Leila (Black Wedding Dress) Poem by Saul McCandless

I dug her blonde dreadlocks
She was an art student
She dug my black dreadlocks
Our time was not prudent

One night in time
I wish it had been more
A drink, a walk
Then bed and sex and floor

Next day, Leila, can't believe
How much she drank and smoked
I call the Doctor quick
While she rests and then chokes

A black wedding, short, dress
Army boots to impress
Did the trick for me
Then I set her free

Never saw her again
Only on the webs train

Would love to stay and chat
But that was then and that
was that.