Hunter S Thompson at work


            Nights when we were young

            We raced the wind;

            Banshees in our wake

            Dracula lying in wait.


            We had left him oozing blood

            From the stake wedged in his chest

            In the Rainbow Cinema.

            But with vampires you could never tell


            Hair slicked back, stiff with Brylcreem,

            Newly perched on our Raleigh three-speeds

            (with dynamo)

            We explored the world,

            Our winkle-pickers pointing the way.



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