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David Bremner
Poems
Aug 2015
My Kind of Girl
Like teenagers in a bedroom
We giggle
As the record player
Spins
Ashes to ashes
Felicity lies sprawled
On the couch
In her pinkest bra
And *******
Funk to funky
One black stiletto
Is on the floor
The other freely
Swings from her toes
We know Major Tom’s..
She exhales the smoke
I drain the bottle
In my head, once more
The colours explode
A ******
The room holds
The unmistakeable sweet smell
Of ***
Two days of ***
Strung out in heaven’s…
Her eyes glaze over
I hate pink and yellow
She spits
Oh, and light blue
..High
I hate you, I lie
Then we ****
With anger, savage
As she has mocked the colours
Hitting an all-time..
The record player sticks
Stilettos and bottles
Litter the floor
Slowly I withdraw
..Low
Written by
David Bremner
Scotland
(Scotland)
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