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Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex Poem
Dancing with Joan Jett
Dancing close with Joan Jett is so wild, it’s 1989 and we go head to head. I’m the teen kid by the juke box and she is my wet dream in black leather, one foot in front of me. Pure bloody ecstasy. Garage music blares out of the speakers and we spin around, my arm catching her waist. Closer we draw; a kiss. First of many.
Joan and Nick. Who would have thought it? Rock n roll music heroine meets a Lancashire lad in an intimate spit and sawdust gig venue in a nameless town. It happened, was happening now. 25 July 1989. A day before I was eighteen.
By chance I got her gig ticket, last minute rush. Left my crap job and mental northern town and took the train to see Her, Joan Jett. My teen rock goddess singing live. How many guys wanted a piece of her? And a few gals too. Black leather, boots and an awfully short skirt...
And that black hair. Joan looked like a Goth. Her music wasn’t as dark and was more accessible. Darkness would come later, lots of it.
For now, I danced close with Joan Jett. My head in her hair, eyes shut. Holding her like there was no tomorrow. Another kiss and I was smitten. No one would ever believe me, if I told them: ‘Hey, I danced close with Joan Jett. And we kissed...’
Never mind what happened later... that’s our secret. Yes I still do love her, am in love...
...with Joan Jett.
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2014
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MANCHESTER
Oh, Manchester, you are such a majestic city
bathed in your bright blazing lights in the night.
Everyone has been to your cityscape,
if they work there or go to see such honoured shops
like Vinyl Exchange to get their favourite record.
Such calamities in the past have struck so suddenly
like German bombers of the blitz to the IRA only recently,
you survive all this like a Phoenix rising out of the ashes.
So many different people are there on a Saturday afternoon
all coming and going, it amazes you
just to see them all become one with the city.
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Purple Guinea Pig
Growl growl bite bite goes the guinea pig
As she rips out your fecking throat
The fierce guinea pig purple in colour
Not to be fecked with or name called
She'll hunt you down and kill ya!
And talks like a real American
The purple guinea pig who growls
Straight from the chest
Hear her and you're screwed
Get ready to be eaten
Purple guinea pig style!
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JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
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Again
I am
a ticking bomb waiting to go off
my head filled with so many instabilities,
it’s like I have a shellshocked army in my head!
I daydream of stability, it hovers out of reach
like elusive happiness. You only know it was here
after it had left. Confusion drags me
down as images fill my head and swamp me entirely.
No way to stop this – have to endure it piece by jagged piece.
Only can write, try to release the darkness
and learn to be centred again.
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LET’S GO FISHING
We set out early when the air was cool to go fishing.
Deep within the forest at a river tributary lies
a remote stretch of water. A few hours later
our catch is impressive. I turn my back to eat my lunch
and I hear a scream. An alligator has snatched
my friend with its terrible death grip—
there’s nothing I can do but stare in horror
at the scene before me. Will I be next?
I wish I had my hunting rifle…
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POTATO PEELER
I want to peel potatoes all day long.
I love peeling potatoes because of their lovely round shape
and their lovely little nodules. I like to feel the earthy texture
of their skin and I love to take a potato peeler to them.
Just to feel the knife bite through their skin and to reveal
the white flesh underneath.
There is such joy to behold in taking a bite
of an unpeeled potato. The feel of the earthy skin
on your tongue and those acidic juices running down your chin.
Such is heaven in my warped little head.
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FIGHTER PILOT
So you are a fighter pilot in one of today’s latest jets.
Tell me what it is like to fly, to fight and to die in the air?
All of the crushing g-forces and dizzying changes
of direction happening all at once.
I bet that there’s no glory in your battles,
only pain, mutilation and death.
But this is your game, an aerial ballet
of chess where the victors come home
and the vanquished cease to exist.
I’d like to see what you see just for a day,
to experience what it is like to be a fighter pilot.
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Cold War
Every nation state is vulnerable to nuclear weapons. Each person is vulnerable to love. Do we nuke the world or embrace humanity with love? I grew up under the shadow of the bomb; I’m a child of the Cold War.
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PANDORA’S BOX
A dull tarnished box was found out amongst the rubbish.
No one knew how it had got there; it could have been lost or stolen,
but an old tramp came across it.
On a cold night he found it while looking for something to eat.
He went down an alley and opened the box up.
Inside was lined with gold; in the gold a young girl’s face was reflected.
She said I’ll give you three wishes.
The tramp’s first wish was for some food, which appeared in front of him
as if by magic.
His second wish was to be happy and his mood changed in the blink of an eye.
His third wish was to be with his dead wife; in a second he was in heaven
by her side, to be in a place of love for all eternity.
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SPEEDING ROCKET
Standing huge and massive on the launch pad, so many tons of power
wait to be primed, one way ticket to the stars, waiting to be launched.
It will circle the planet and then land safely, but it wants to go so much further.
This will be the ride of our lives for not many people will do this.
Now as we launch the hot fire pushes us skyward; further we go every second,
the sky goes blue, fading to purple, then black. We can see the stars and the
curve of the earth before us as we fly into space, majestically.
We are as free now as we will ever be on our speeding rocket, spearing through
the heavens, freedom.
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