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Song For A Crofters Son
He said I give you my heart be gentle
she trod him up and down, high heel stilettos
now its warm beer and cold rum
a fist full of callused knuckles
broken bar stools and shattered ribs
White dragons and angel dust
lead the way down smouldering bridges
all those coffin nails smoking like a chain letter
friends crucified on embroidery pins
casualties, fallen not forgotten
How long can you outrun self vitriol
freebooter can you chase the sun
romeo can you dance in the moonlight
can you forgive your self
crofters son?
Published 12th Aug 2019
Author's Note
Written for my friend and sometime nurse back in Australia
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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12th Aug 2019 11:24pm
13th Aug 2019 10:46pm
There is a terrific detail throughout, which is so creative and original in it's assemblage of verbiage. I've been over it a few times, admiringly. I would call it jazzy, but sense the depth of the subject and that word tends to be more flippant than I would like to convey.
