all so important then

the fights



the women

& where are they now?

some dead in stupid wars

others now stupid alive in row homes

we would stand by for each other

these desperado’s watching soap operas

having lost the knives, guns

fast motorcycles & borrowed cars

the ability to fist fight for fun

friendship or fearing nothing

in the dark night of heartache

strange loves gone by light

those women I thought would kill me

by the pain of their leaving me for another

from beds molded to their shape

scents of fierce love

listening to the echo of high heels

clicking on the concrete

feeling that deep in the well

of lonely to come

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