Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Ode To Old Friends

Every now and then
I'll go over their remains
not wishing to unearth
their village, that playground,
that Californian hotel
doomed, in a sense
to continue as shrapnel

The bullet with a heart?
Merely perceived
in their delinquency -
how deliciously apt!

And yes, we grew up
so much better apart.

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