Mike Bell/ March 16, 2020/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

In 1984 our enemies
were evident – easier
days to direct choler
with words – we spat
sneers & swilled gob
in our mouths [oiled
for French kissing &
tonguing]/ AIDS took
fun from a bare fuck
& for a living I lugged
monitors & F.X. racks
on & off worn stages
& up rippling ramps –
rubber castors wrote
truck-loading songs –
pre & post-show arias
of drugs not taken – I
waited for love’s rare
rush to suck me off –
I was born dreaming
in Technicolor’s hues
by weekend films on
T.V. – fewer options to
blight ourselves by –
pubs were our forum
& dating site – easier
times to get a fuck &
wake without staying
I see her so-blue eyes
but not her real name

& other such recall of
lost time & time lent –
we dealt in our now –
we had no time travel
via handheld devices

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