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10/24/2022 10:53:01 AM
Robert Neville Posts: 1
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I used to write songs/lyrics and I am trying to transition to poetry - this is a first attempt
British Seaside town We went and mocked the modest stone Not knowing everyone here sleeps alone Victorian torpor masked; Victorian squalor masked Jagged shaped homes, this is where people live Women hold court with seagulls Talk their nonsense, it was better in 1943, Churchill, Attlee Cream tea on the ferry Blitz renovation, now that would have been the cherry Sat all day by dirty window Beached whale, ingrown toenail Beached whale, promenade cannot hide Gambling arcade, horrific, man-made destruction Win, but never know what Change the subject, change it back Stick of rock, silence, sugar like crack
British Seaside town Pumped repetition from TV from1973 Travel the limited world from the living room Sausage, grey, catch of the day, plate full, ill Still available for mischief, name the day Joy, despair, in the morning light One more drink, a good time, old times sake Live a life in two weeks, freedom and honey Mouth to mouth, the latest gossip Sex, drugs and money People say what they know but not what they say They shine in the day glow, if you’re ugly they say so
British Seaside town Contemplate death of life on wasted rainy days A frozen gutter under pale skies Chill on the skin from a rainless storm A hero, a fraud, picked up a guitar, immediately got bored You can’t create a scene from the debris Too old, too wise, always one, not both Skinny men, muscle men, keep me away from them Seduced by old tricks, on beach full of sticks Best days are long gone, hold on to what was Two pairs of tights and a thermal vest Can’t keep you warm
British Seaside town Nursing home morgue Reverse in black hearse, Crises come, crises go, crisis evident on the nose In the cold heat of the night Darkness darkens darker Urgency stifles emergency A paramedic passes in the ambulance Priest blows candles for ambience The men therapised blow dry grievance whilst Bicep women waste time on petty crime A name that was never you
British Seaside town Clusters of people, good once but can’t recall it On the retreat, pick your battles Let’s put a curtain on the moon Put a blind on the sun, it ends soon Stars unwanted, it used to be one The vigour is chemical, kickstarting an edible Valium victorious, Xanax glorious Naltrexone to get them in the zone Spend the day on the sofa With eyes like saucers
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