They burnt it down, kids probably,
Drug-addled or bored or drunk,
Looking for that adrenaline kick
That makes a party out of dull days;
So the suits decided to start over,
Raze it to the ground and with it
A thousand childhood memories
Of lingering on the steps and
Chewing gum and drinking Coke,
Where Bobby and I swore we would
Be astronauts or soldiers, before
He became afraid and distant, but
Really did become a soldier,
Where we filled our bags of sweets
To bursting and pored over
Comics, and Combat And Survival,
Hoping someone might have left
A torn up porno in the bushes.
June 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
