Silly Boy

Such A Silly Boy

 

Kinloch Bay.

 

You have never been in love

until you have seen the stars

reflecting on the beach.

 

You have never been in love

until you have seen the dawn rise

behind the home for the blind.

 

You are standing on my island

where I was

the first of the poetic gang

with a rope in my hand.

 

The first to serve time,

the first to die,

oh my,

what a silly boy.

 

You have never been in love

until you have seen sunlight throw

over smashed animal bodies.

Pretty, pretty things.

 

The first of the gang

with a rope in my hand,

a bullet in my gullet,

the first lost poet

to go under the sod.

 

I wrote for the rich and the poor

and the not very poor.

I stole all hearts away.

 

The first of the gang die.

Oh my,

Such a silly boy.

 

This poem is based on a Morrissey song. Kinloch Bay is on The Isle of Arran. I love the lines in the third, sixth and seventh verses, I truly do.

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