The marvellous Lidos of London
Nowhere better to live that summer
So many bodies lifted into the sense
Of immortality, of continuance, except
My black gay friend who nearly
Ended it all in a council house. I turned
Off the gas and he managed to last
Long enough to play drums at Wembley
Stadium on a certain day. We once
Drove up to Harrow-on-the-hill
He felt ill when he saw the white and brown kids
Dressed up like the twats that they were.
I told him they didn't deserve a minute
Of his time. And besides he was mine.
He laughed knowing I was straight.
I had to say that love had little to do
With sex, that day or any fucking day..