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The legendary giant of heavy rock has his back turned away from me

as he stands guard and watches over all the other photographic memories

in the room.

There is no false great works of art upon the walls of the house,

aside from those I have chosen to place against the half decorated structure.

When I was younger I had posters that scattered the three walled sides in my Bicester

bedroom and I was told that eventually I would grow

to having just the one perfectly wooden framed piece of art to stare at and draw

Scattered Records (A Bedroom In Bicester).

How many times does the opportunity arise

in which you can visit the ghosts

and smile with relief as a tear gently rolls down your cheek?

A bedroom door hides many a secret from the world,

the stolen, lengthy, beautiful snog with a girlfriend, heavy petting banned

in the local swimming pool, but a delight worth risking

when she cycles

over to see you from Wendlebury one summer’s day

in ‘85 and music from a band worth loving plays, crackles, skips

like my heart as she leans in again,