Knifed at Christmas.

Knifed at Christmas.

Look and remember

To September

He’s changing with the leaves and the ice cream van’s final pleas

To conclude an average summer.

 

His, a summer like no other

Made of large green jackets,

Nights of coughing, saltwater bath

Knifed at Christmas, by the girl in the park.

 

Three months before.

The disciples are leaving town

You can always scream

Spend your body, make it work for hair

He won’t be round for long.

 

The lover comes to the house, DIY guise

He’s gone out, they like to put on his ties

So he bound him up, strapped him to a thong,

He knows he won’t be round for long.

Nihilist.

He values his male friendships.

Knifed at Christmas.

Like their festive carcass meal.

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