Sunday, March 10, 2013

We always go back

(For Roe)

She was the girl
In grammar school
Who always had my back
That jet set lear jet
Kind of gal
That rich men courted
door men always let
Into places like Club 54,
Who caught up with me
After the cops caught me
After high school
Just shy of getting
20 years in jail,
The girl the jocks
Locked onto
But could never get
And couldn’t make out
What her kind was doing
With me,
Blood brother-sister
If not really blood,
Lovers but never lovers
Who always yanked out
The arrows others
Drove deep into
Our hearts,
But never the ones
We flung into
Each other,
Always drawn back
to heal
all these long years

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