it was almost a deathbed confession
i had always wanted to hear one
& he had always wanted to give one
but there was no bed
its was blacktop
going red
& the confession
was all shock & nonsense
he laughed when i told him
going red
& the confession
was all shock & nonsense
he laughed when i told him
laughed blood & bubbles
~
can you smell that ?
he asked me
its my sadness burning
i gave him a nod
its my sadness burning
i gave him a nod
i gave him a smile
his yamaha was on fire
in the grill of a rusty camper
it was that we could smell
& my singed-to-nothing arm hair
~
solid last words achieved !
i said
high five ?
we did a low one
sirens licking the firmament
photo - Camper from the Dagenham Archive
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