Load the Guns by Joseph Ridgwell

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Load the Guns

When the dark is day
And the sun shines nevermore
And a lone bugler
Appears at the end of the street
Playing a melancholy Last Call
That is the time
To load the guns
Walk out of the shack job
Kick the deadbeat partner into touch
Yell in the middle of the road
Howl at the moon
Dance with the devil
Even race with the motherfucker
Or kiss the first person that you meet
Tongues included
And shake the hand of a stranger
Put flowers in your hair
To smile crazily
And remember that you were once young
And the world was once young
And nothing matters anyway
Because death comes to us all

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Joseph Ridgwell

Joseph Ridgwell was raised in East London and is a cult figure of the literary underground both in the UK and abroad. http://josephridgwelljr.wordpress.com/

Find more about Joe here and purchase a copy of Load the Guns, to which this is the title poem, alongside other Ridgwell titles here at the fantastic Blackheath Books.

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