every Tuesday Rourky calls
to tell of all he has conquered
and all that has crumbled
during his last seven conquests
speaking of what seems necessary
but in seven more, well who cares?
but he speaks too of searching
never small talk right or wrong
and having loitered long enough
around other people’s lanterns
he sheepishly claims to have found
a small patch of self-tested ground
says never to swear by a book
they are someone else’s adventures
but those books for school
well solemnly swear
‘cos school don’t last forever
and life will be faithfully waiting
and while he loves to dance
strictly bedroom
no amount of body in music
has ever turned his strain
to a strutting or a waltz
as life is complicated he lives simply
likes company but is drawn to solitude
for there his voice rings loud
lies in bed to rest his soul
from the world that keeps it churning
all this he has spoken of
says he knows I will follow
where good intentions go
so for a tenner a day we spend an hour
I’m Rourky’s Tuesday friend