half yeller

I don’t know who’s died, who’s alive
Who’s lying maimed
In some Spanish street at dawn.
Who died from alcohol
Tho’ one I know died from leukaemia
He married an ex girlfriend of mine
I can only hope
that he died in love
in her arms.
All those crazy young men
Riding black chrome deathtraps into
Blacktarred flat tops
Sunsets and shrouds
Gone from me
In my ignorance of their
I cannot imagine their lives
Only that some may still be
I wonder if they passed their days
In the same winsome way
I remember
Their adolescent ways
In some eternal half yeller sunny
Of golden cider
Stolen cigarettes
And girl women
with sticky knickers.
We were boys then
And some of us
Still are.

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