From the back of a wardrobe
I stumbled
on another man's hunger
which I Pillaged and plundered
through ash and thunder
another man's war
I miss what I was
injured but fighting
ripped abs and bulging
teasing girls
pleasing boys
hurt lads indulging
I wore chinos tight
denim and suede
long hair
flaring
bleached
surfer blond
sea spray and song
Ripcurl O'Neill
Billabong and Tees
wrapped round me
like passion obsession
cling-film impression
I miss what I was
who I was
off the track
Injured
but home
I've lost my way back now
the tether has snapped
I search
through backlash
of thunder and ash
trudging on sludge
trenches
poppies
withered
and white
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