up at 6.30 to run the seafront

3 miles there & 3 miles back

just me, the street sweeper, the gulls

back to a shower then breakfast

& then hit the books

I’d made the decision to make the change

no drinking no smoking

just the silence of the rooftops

the only view from my monastic cell

working to get back into education

no nights out with the boys

nights in with the girls

no tv just an old radio tuned low

eating right & light

man I had hard-ons

that could cut patterns on glass

& nobody to share them with

just my runs, the rooftops, the books

& all that worked out good

I got my time in education

changed my rooftop views

found people to share with

once more

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