Bong to the Face.

Right hook my sense of unease,
Trying to meditate to the sound of drums
Because the sun's been up all day and so have we
Dissolved like ice-cream on a hot tongue,
Yours, mine, panting like dogs.

3... 2... 1...
Through 30 millimetre film,
Playing deadly duck, duck, goose
while you
Regale me with stories
Regale us with youth,
And there's cold in my shirt
warm beer on my leg. 

How long have we been here?
Ignoring the weight of our problems
wedged between being children and adults
and knowing we were friends,
From the moment we realised we were scared,
even today
you can still call us scared. 


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