- Girl in October
Salada tea solitude, hot at ten of nine,
has commerce with your Winston ultralights;
another Monday's demon infiltrates
the notes of your autumnal telephone.
Hello? Hell, no. False number. That's OK.
Dull click as your receiver takes the flop.
Have nature's yellow pages, by the way,
gone so astray that you must wake me up?
Please send your feedback to Philip.