LIKE HESKETH’S LIBRARY
(ALL OUTSIDE)
©Trev Teasdel Coventry August 1970


You let me be
who I wanted to be
Though I wasn’t really him
And I know it.
I thought I was a poet.


I took you round the streets that were kissed by the grey
and with the blast of my breath, I blew off the dust.,
to reveal a colourful city.
The way that I spoke, looking back it’s a joke
brought the lifeless to life.
The cars all had smiles on their faces
and the buildings were dressed in party best.
And the cobblestones all kissed our feet and sang of summer loves.


Statues were riding on see through beasts
and the trees were all dancing at a barbecue feast.
and the local coat of arms displayed her charms
walking in the nude at the swimming pool.
whilst the cropped haired broomsticks were standing erect on the stairs.


I tried to be
who I wanted to be
But I just couldn’t keep it up.
And now I know it
so I just had to throw it.


When I first saw you, you were crouched in a pot hole of dejection
I approached you carefully and sought to bring about your resurrection.
So I went to the trouble of oiling the cogs of my imagination.
later that day we made a date but by the time
it was half past eight, you knew I had stood you up
for reasons sense couldn’t make to you.
I tell you it’s because though you thought I was great
I wasn’t anything but fake
I’m just one of the drab nest you heard me slate
but thanks for


Letting me be
who I wanted to be
Although I couldn’t keep it up
and now I show it.
It hurt to have to throw it.
Like Hesketh’s library all outside,
I suppose you might say I took myself for a ride.