Sunday, April 29, 2012

Crowmarsh and London

Category: Poetry/Lyrics

I was a kid from Crowmarsh.
You were an alien angel,
strange-faced, all angles.
You gave me outside sweets,
full of chemicals, colours
beetle-bright and refreshing.
I swapped them for strawberries,
that whole summer
smelled of strawberries.
We talked when we tired,
damp-skinned, heavy-limbed.
You told stories that buzzed like a city,
a hive, alive with the urge
to make honey, make money,
make something of yourself.
I cocked an eyebrow, skeptical.
You kissed my nose and left.