Vast

Might have walked
upside-
down

but always knew the grass would break your fall

Repaid it in green paint,
to make bricks onto meadows
of pig-lingo

Learned Japanese,
made a shrine to Sid -
sneers by candle-light.

Didn't last long as a waiter
and left your things on The Parade
until the bus came.

Felt like Basquiat -
a child, but stretched
with bags full of art
and a joy of learning

making Franglais big and clever
and all in
all
a good subject for a poem.