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Monday, March 26, 2012

Total Recall - Post Four

Fifteen year old's out on the town zooted
we usually sit in the side room
but tonight we're at the bar in the hall
nobody asks if we are eighteen yet
we just stand there getting tanked up gawking
at the Macs the stiletto's and bare feet
de rigueur for the Union Hotel
the working girls are all standing in line
they ignore us as they wait for their call
when the phone rings the next one answers it
and slips out the side door into the night
or an old Cortina if she's lucky
there's a geezer at the bar with tattoos
he's got a noose drawn on his Gregory
Everybody kills somebody sometime...
is printed over it in italics
and upside down inside his bottom lip
you can read FUCK OFF when he scowls at you
the barmaid's going on about something
and the regulars in the other room
are shouting for more beer one wants a blob
we go to the club about ten 0'clock
across the canal and the vacant lot
Mister Smith's off Samuel Ogden Street
they've got topless barmaids till two am
there's a carousel dance floor going round
it's mid-week fun nineteen seventy one
but it's seedy and Brazil Street is sad
Northern Soul and Tamla Sounds can't lift it
we get the night bus at quarter to three
and I'm back at eight in Piccadilly
to do another days work at the shop

Monday, March 19, 2012

Dream - Five

Sitting in the back of the jam jar
waiting for them to answer
listening to them going on about
the weather breakfast last night

I can see them in my mind
their bleach blond hair
and that feint smell of chocolate
and cigarette smoke permeates
the air - the air that I have to breathe

If my arms were longer I could drive
like I used to everywhere all the time
little old back seat driver me

Where are we going I ask again
they ignore me tut turn the radio on
cricket they don't like that
they don't know what they like
and I don't know if I like them
anymore than they like me

They're here because they don't
want a proper job nine to five -
so they come at eleven thirty
and go home at half-past three

They push me about and drive
me crazy they dress me up
to take me out and wheel me
round the park they drive me
round the bend sideways sometimes

They say speak-up and say-it-again
they're not listening they're playing
with their mobile phone - texting
each other. Hello, am I even home?

Monday, March 12, 2012

Total Recall - Post Three

At the moment I'm working on a Quatern collection, 
the basic idea is to take a Nursery Rhyme and butcher it badly. 
You can see for yourself as I add them daily at STG.

It was one of those days
that sticks in your mind
that you'll never forget
for the rest of time.
And yet, I met a geezer
just yesterday. We were
talking Lambretta's and
Mods and things...
But it still took us
ten minutes to discover
that we knew each other.
and that he was with me
on that day!

The above was first published in this post on my SweetTalkingGuy bloggage in 2007.

Monday, March 05, 2012

Dream - Four

Everyone suddenly burst out singing
and I was filled with such delight, oh yeah,
oh what a joyful song, it was to bring
to the table who would have dreamed to dare
it was only last night that I saw you
in my sleep, walking towards me naked.
I heard your scream, I felt your nightmare too
I relived your dream, yeah and yet, now here
you are, as bold as brass and uplifting
everyone that knows you with this new song

der der derlang der der der der derlang

you sang, and I was filled with the new light
my cup is overflowing now, with glee.

The above was originally posted here.