in that little scented dented

hollow in the pillow

i lay my head

where he lies each night

and talks facts about Ronaldo

how a boy almost pushed him

off his bike on to the road

why his 3rd pair of school trousers

this week are bog-filthy

describes his latest Minecraft moves

and would i like to hear

another Harry Hill joke

i savour him in absentia

surrounded by football posters

a stock-pile of Lego

a clutch of medals draped

over a bed post

pyjamas on the floor

and boxers stuffed down

behind a radiator

promising myself

to be here again

tonight

for another live show