Death of a Friend

Down ‘mirror balled’ streets; his face ‘chamois creased’.

Growing his own brambles he drank with the morning sun.

As lonely as tower crane driver - I loved his eyes!


No-one round here makes you pay,

he'd say - "Save the world at eight!" -

..I loved ya mate!



By Andy Thompson.



Inspire by: ‘Elbow’. ‘The Seldom Seen Kid’.

March 2009

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