ashtrays in cinemas
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that was cavendish woodhouse and vallances in cleckheaton
vallances with the televisions
that was the man that used to come round and collect the money from the back of our television
with his moustasche and his combed hair and his breast pocket pen
that was the mills and men
that was chocolate raisins and spaceships in strawberry square
that was pick n mix in woolies
that was Old Ben with his stick protruding stepping from his door
that was skateboarding down steep hills
broken windows and ash trays in cinemas
ink spills
that was nineteen eighty
with it's park swings and pound notes
and union men and racist slang and front garden boats
net curtains washed on a friday
walkman, cassettes and radio one
jumpers down, it's ten nine to us
we'd play beyond the setting sun
that was Mr Binns reading White Fang and Nineteen Eighty Four
a whole five years before The Head On The Door
never speaking to girls yet and home before four
walk around the edges Mum bleached the floor
AC/DC on my bedroom door
that was nineteen eighty
flashing at the door
of memory
GK 11/11/09
a roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water
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hi gary i do read your poems and i like the ashtray in cinema's one i was in my forties then and i was so busy being a mother and wife i never thought there was another life for me out in the world how wrong i was if only i knew then what i know now how i would do things diffrently but i keep learning and i love how you express yourself in your poem's mumx
ReplyDeleteMum, that's a beautiful thing to say, and thanks for reading. I agree. Our lives are much fuller now in every way and it's good to be thankful for that.
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