Poem -



We used to sip hot chocolate
over a cocaine coloured sunrise, 

before I started smoking, drinking coffee.
Waking me up at 6am like a brother,
excitedly prancing up the stairs
to the rooftop, bodies hungover,
minds bright, intelligence gleaming.
Spurting the human rights act to me,
telling me about strobe light showers.

I didn't see you jump but I felt it.
I went to the sea when you survived.
I watched you broken.
I watch them reconstruct my brother's
face, and deconstruct your soul.

I thought of you in a cocaine sunrise,
on a bike in America, probably
whipping someone's ear off with
that intelligent beautiful mind of yours.

I'm with you there, somehow. 

The gravel road is in your veins.

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