Fahsion is belonging

Even when the fashion is

A brash ephemeral flicker.

I do recall the longing

To wear a pair of winkle-pickers

So that my feet

Belonged among those other feet.

The kind of feet whose owners kissed

Sweet back-seat girls

In turquoise chromium Vauxhall Victors,

Balanced fags in Presley lips

At winkle-picker fairground sideshows,

Feet that pointed from their tips

To all those other Eldorados.