youth – Poetry for Dullards

Our crew

August fades still we meet Mob-handed at the corner of a wide-eyed street Adjacent to the park it’s where we gather as a crew Me and he, him, her and you And a few others; all the best of mates Here for a giggle, staying out too late It’s Friday night and we’re in ourContinue reading “Our crew”

Fighting to remember

I am fighting to remember Spontaneous jaunts to exciting destinations Five joyful joyriders squashed into the confines of a bottle-green mini Flying along the M4 Just enough cash in our pockets to cover our share of petrol, any entrance fees plus those all important beers I am fighting to remember The liberty of waking upContinue reading “Fighting to remember”