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they died in lower case

i met a girl called cherl in a high school
on the estate our group knew one another
she was taller than boys mocked made me a fool
she was the first girl to be my teenage lover

snuck her into the loft before they turned out the light
we listened to my aerosmith tape turned down low
we shared the single bed together cuddled up all night
i kissed her pink warm feet and sucked her toes

we slept, but never slept with each other
and our connection just fragmented perhaps lost
a brief moment shared but you had a lover
that autumn moment traced in lines of frost

on your window, then i walked away

(died of alcohol poisoning)

i met you in the market tavern
jess was your name, you were so pretty
we chatted so much and your prime concern
was punk music in this fragmented racist city

you gave me a light kiss on my cheek
as we stood outside and shared a cigarette
we looked at each other without needing to speak
golden moments touching fingertips without regret

after the rock club we shared the same bed
stripped naked and we did not connect
fucking each other like we are dead
you clit not tumescent my dick not erect

on my mirror, traced a loveheart, walked away

(died of an asthma attack)

my old school friend Jamie Clough Davies, see
he was an amazing artist, this world has missed
was my third friend who died @ the age of 33
i guess readers of fallen old friends can understand this

j could etch his ink on my wall bd2
when we were kids sharing similar frowns
the new gens stealing and fighting in the street were true
he gave a Scottish pound note so we could watch killer klowns

(died of pneumonia)

three people lost remembered by me
stories myriad and that eventually sever
the connections no one else will ever see
wish we could share a few last moments together