04-18-2020, 12:27 AM
Searching for your cameo
You were in fashion
after the bike crash.
It’s funny what death does,
always seemed worried
what people thought,
desperate to be accepted deeper
by friends with no depth.
When I’m home
I walk the fields,
follow the brook up to
the railway bridge,
drop through the hedge
into the graveyard.
It doesn’t seem right
to drive through the main gates,
I would feel old.
Your picture is always a smile
embedded in resin,
fresh faced, shoulder length hair
leather jacket, all the trade marks
to help you fit in, find a slot,
part of our lot I guess.
It’s nice being 17 again
no matter how brief the moment,
that first taste of whiskey in the days
when music was as important as
motorcycles and cigarettes.
You still get a mention
when the old bikers see who's left
and meet for a melancholy beer.
Maybe I’ll find you next year.
You were in fashion
after the bike crash.
It’s funny what death does,
always seemed worried
what people thought,
desperate to be accepted deeper
by friends with no depth.
When I’m home
I walk the fields,
follow the brook up to
the railway bridge,
drop through the hedge
into the graveyard.
It doesn’t seem right
to drive through the main gates,
I would feel old.
Your picture is always a smile
embedded in resin,
fresh faced, shoulder length hair
leather jacket, all the trade marks
to help you fit in, find a slot,
part of our lot I guess.
It’s nice being 17 again
no matter how brief the moment,
that first taste of whiskey in the days
when music was as important as
motorcycles and cigarettes.
You still get a mention
when the old bikers see who's left
and meet for a melancholy beer.
Maybe I’ll find you next year.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out