Amoeba on Telegraph

Amoeba on Telegraph

Somewhere above the Arabian Sea
I hear the clap of the tambourine,
Reversing time, and you’re calling me;

It’s after school, we’re eighteen again
And I wonder, do you remember
You taught me Belle & Sebastian here.

Past Fat Slice, Rasputin’s, before Dwight
Red on yellow, blue on purple too,
I smiled at you as we stepped inside

Our music mecca, your Pied Piper
You found yours easily, I took time
Thumbing plastic sleeves to make my find

Then suddenly, your hand touching mine –

I was startled, thrilled by our vinyl piece of joy

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