The last summer of my 20’s

She was SHE
And
I
Was
ME
We met in a treehouse
Great
Fully?
The Son/Sun
Shone Bright
Oh,
Oh!!!
Every night
Constantly
Able
Bodies
Sexed Up
Fucked
Danced and Cheered
For years…
Green eyes
Sparkled
A SOUL uncontainable
Remarkable
Butt
Flawed
Golden locks

flowed
And the boy
Felt
Fine
Unbound
Finally…
Wine was poured
Moves showed
How once he was sad
Happiness
Now
Reigned
True


The ‘grass’
Was thrown
Into the night
People connecting
Into said Twilight
The darkness
Always there
But the light…
In the words
Of Rustin Cohle
And Marty
Is winning
Bradley Boy
Woke
In
Mid-afternoon


A struggle to remember
His prior toon
A new lad
In the City of Writers
Rises in darkness
A vampire
Warm to the touch
Words in books
Flow from his young tongue
A writer
And poet
He surely
Will
Be
Come
A tune that played
A long time ago…
Many a Moon shone
For the boys
In The Market of Hay
He knocks the door
Rapidly
Ready to press
PLAY


Say all that he has
Done
That day
About A Girl
The lassie he admires
Admonishes
Scolds
Was once
Forever
His
Two/Hold
The writers
Hit the library
Bar
Time to share
A pint
And
A
Paragraph


Of words
That explain care…fully
What they made
Certain
Lies
About the girl
That shone
With MAGIC!
Golden nose ring
Smiles, and smokes for days…
Blonde hair
And an ultimate care
Only
For herself
FIN

Martin Hopkins

Catch Martin Hopkins at Spittoon Poetry Night this Thursday at Camera Stylo

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