I was walking the backstreets of a cool coastal town

When I found in a dry gutter a pornographic magazine

This fascinated me so much that I took it back to my studio

I was engaged at this time in painting bright marine scenes

On stolen or redundant cobble stones as these sold very well

The magazine was called campus glory holes the return

And I later included it in the detail of a still life

Which at the time of writing this impossible but inspiring poem

Is still much admired but sadly unsold