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Daryl

2 min readJul 13, 2020

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Photo by James. G. Brennan.

Remember when we used to mess about
In the aqua green sea here on Klong Nin Beach
You Lucy and I, so warm and so much fun.

Remember walking the beach up to our favorite bar,
Wow, we got drunk, eh, Daryl.

Remember the time I fell backwards down the stairs so drunk,
You both carried me home dropping my dead weight,
Along the red dirt roadway, I had lumps and bumps for days!

Remember Mong bar, the knife tricks, and snakes blood.
Wow, that really got us faced.

Remember the bike rides Jon and Ponch,
Chips, Lucy called us, a right sight we looked on our scooters,
Helmets, sunnies, and face scarves, looking not quite mean.

Remember our makeshift bar, our own cooler, and ice
Big bottles of chang beer, what a deal that was!

Remember our day with Matt and Grat,
Our glasses of mushroom shake and fertility circle,
Beautiful Freya was conceived soon after that day.

Remember our night swims with phosphorescents
skinny dipping in the posh hotel pool, the staff did not know where to look!

Remember I lost my camera, handed to me by the locals the next day,
I brought the snaps to show you on a hospital visit
After things went slightly awry.

I wish I had have left them with you now Daryl, after leaving them on a London Tube train never to be seen again, I dearly wish I had them now.

I’m sure you remember it all, dear Daryl
As you look on us from your celestial plane,
Loving your family, your handsome son Reef
You have yet to meet.
See you around dear Daryl,
I know it will be soon enough.

For Daryl. Thank you for reading. J.

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the desire to write
that thoughts acquire speed, the mind acquires words,
words become Poetry. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
Frank Herbert and Me.

Thank you for your support and for giving my words a platform.

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James G Brennan
James G Brennan

Written by James G Brennan

Writes free to read eclectic free verse poetry. "Everything in life is writable about" Sylvia Plath.

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