Living in Luxembourg

I took a stroll through the University Campus in Trier,
smoked too many cigarettes
and drank too much tea
until a wasp came along and drowned in it.
Drunk in a sea of sugar
and boiling water,
with milk and they laughed.
Europeans don't agree with milk
but it's a British thing,
and the only thing I can take with me,
whilst reading a book I found in a
shop by 'The Cannabis  Leaf'
hard back addition and I ate chips,
without salt or vinegar, it's absurdly
quite nice, and the weather was warm,
and the trees were pretty but
heck, it's just not home.
With the overcast weather
and the over-dramatic people
who moan and cry and frustrate themselves,
who can resist the microscopic way my pillow always smelt of
my Nanny's Red Door and washing up liquid
and the way my Television remote had over four channels.