In memory of Dennis, who would have been (unbelievable) 47 years old today.
Bandito
loss is sudden
no time to back up
no chance to retreat
then: you're not even a heartbeat
but you made everything happen
like magic, it was done
forget Marx and Lenin
your revolution was fun
your dead tunes your incense your 80s tight jeans
your rebellion your sadness your impossible dreams
all glowing red inside the coziest lair
socialist provocateur meets mechanic extraordinaire
fall in love with a broken heart, they said
go ahead, if you dare
but breaking the rules never felt better
bamboo windows and borders,
we snuck through them together
june green silver wet night
i was the sky, and you were my weather
those weeks of scheming through dense jungle heat
rainbows and water slides, two hearts, one beat---
escapes usually come with a price
but if i had to do it over again i wouldn’t think twice
wouldn’t wish for a warning beneath the tropical moon
forever and always the warning would come too soon
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