Saturday, June 30, 2018

Ken Trimble # 9 A pair of ratbags

In our love
there was madness
laughter and death, and a
lot of weird shit.

The struggle to love
strangled the love out of
our love.

It was a fever
that went out of control,
your wild heart
sent me crazy.

At Salisbury's bookshop
I bought you a book
of love poems by Neruda.

That day was some day.
We were doomed from
that first kiss.

We argued on the bridge,
there was death on our lips
when we said goodbye.

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