house of ‘fab’

house of ‘fab’*
to Paul McCartney at Mt. Smart

when
was a boy
who swam out of
dreams every
morning
who couldn’t swim
who played so hard
in the dusk and ate
like a dinosaur,
one night
i first heard you
in our kitchen
on the old black bakelite
radio, ‘can’t buy me love’,
the boom-bam stride
of your bass your voice
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