My Mis-Spent Youth

And where I mis-spent it.
This undistinguished building,
erected in 1962, was the joyless pleasure dome,
where as a depressed teen I waved my willy
to older, married, men who did the same.
None of us knew what proof of life or apt solace
there might be for secretive willy-wavers
who if they spoke about it would not believed.

We should have done more for each other
 than collectively prove our numb inarticulacy.
I used to laugh inwardly at the 'have you paid
and displayed' sign which was meant to apply
to the drivers who parked their cars in the car park.