Sunday, July 8, 2018

Ken Trimble # 21 Love under the apple tree

My first girlfriend was crazy about Leonard Cohen
it was around the time when Hallelujah came out .

She wore daggy army pants
and her hair hung wild down her back
smelling peach.

Our first kiss was opening night of
Apocalypse Now.

The oohs and ahhs were all around us in
the dark as we grappled with the finer things
of life as Kilgore strutted his stuff on the

The honey flowed

Charlie don't surf
your goddamn right

He can't kiss either

That summer was sweet as we made
love under the apple tree.


  1. as in
    I love her
    she love me

  2. love is a dangerous word
    perhaps I should have said lust


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