like a record baby round round

ah september the first
here you are again with your
tantalising scents of sultry sands
just behind that waking dream i
plop my michelin manness
upon the white elephant and
pedal pedal pedal
in hopes of whittling winter from
my waist counting revolutions
resolving to turn wine back
into water while twee
lines form in my head
memories of my baby's first
21 septembers and fozzie bear
laughs laughs laughs
at the morning radio chorus
lightening blue peeps in
whisked back window organza
the magic minute finally appears
we sleepily swap places you
on the bike and i in the sheets
and i notice a big jumble of
shoes shoes shoes
all over my wardrobe floor
which is strange cos i've worn my
docs every single day.