Bullet-Proof Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Dedicated to Joshua Baker Kinley, a brother to me in all but blood.
Josh was shot in LA on the 25th of August 2012, whilst on holiday.

"Breathe in, and again," you said

And I coughed and you laughed,

And again I tried, 'til I did it

With tears in my eyes.

We two-toke passed and were

Mellow, oh mellow pleasure.

My first spliff with you is a memory to treasure.


And when we spent

Ten grand on Ace of Spades champagne

That night, shit what a night, man,

Dead drunk, empty pockets, lost car keys.

You took three girls home that night

And I just laughed with my one girl.

You were such a womaniser.


And you taught me that

Money CAN buy happiness,

When Leroy was stabbed we cried

In comfort in my Bentley while high.


The memories are immortal

And you might be gone now

But I still see you when I roll one.

And I cough. I hear you laugh.


Smile down on me, on us

And help me move on,

'Cos it feels like the bullet is in MY chest.

Rest In Peace, while I suffer this test.

Submitted: February 20, 2013

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