ghost of who we've been
By celticman
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Balletic boy’s laughter grows shrill and keen
Yawning electric doors drawing them into orbit
Others stop for a fag in the taxi rank
Fat blokes and thin mums, camouflage slipping
Weeping like soap stars from the telly-screen
Fears out themselves
Life’s narrators in a language they have seen
In a trance: watch, wonder, stumble on why
Good news, bad, some misunderstanding
Groans grow into grouching and slouching
People begin to believe
Someone’s blocked them in the carpark
The walk’s too long
The kerb too high
Normal life unravels in public places
Stiffs, crawling and bleeding and high
You’re on the far side of town
Forced to stand in the wrong place
Waiting for the light to change
The solitude of mutual pain
It would make you walk away
from the worst of people,
from the best of people --
if you could
At the mercy of a green light
You can’t cross here.
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City street scenes fresh in
City street scenes fresh in the eyes, we're all watching each other and we can't change the direction it goes or escape either. Had a sense of looking through glass at social devastation.
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Very visual, can imagine this
Very visual, can imagine this in a movie. A sense of fear, of 'them' of 'us'. End line works well.
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Hi CM
Hi CM
Very interesting poem. It projects a sort of uncomofortable and unhappy feeling. Nothing's right.
Jean
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