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