12-04-2017, 11:27 PM
1977
The streetlights have only just come on
and Father’s summoning whistle
stabs into the park.
I could kiss you quickly
(before it gets dark)
and have an excuse
to turn and run.
super esses scattered thru - neato jack the ripper stabbing whistles piercing parks, and quick smooches from which we run away, blushing, and hide for a while recollecting, then bragging about to our mates next day at morning recess.
my old farts thought staying up late was only for burglars, or maybe sex (which i was unaware existed) and snatched away the book and torch from me at the same hour early every evening in a goodnight ritual i didn't pass on to my brats.
in '77 i was six, in NZ freezing my titties off, eating shovels of seafood, going to speech therapists to iron my my crickled aussie accent, and have my selective hearing tested which availed me none, and my parents then assumed i was deliberately ignoring their monologues which faded like traffic noise in the background while i automatically inserted appropriate platitudes like 'yes mum' 'sorry mum' , 'i know mum' etc at the fitting time in intervals as expected.
oh is wonderful to be free of the bondage of youth and its burdens and expectations!!!!! give me antiquity in me tea any day!
The streetlights have only just come on
and Father’s summoning whistle
stabs into the park.
I could kiss you quickly
(before it gets dark)
and have an excuse
to turn and run.
super esses scattered thru - neato jack the ripper stabbing whistles piercing parks, and quick smooches from which we run away, blushing, and hide for a while recollecting, then bragging about to our mates next day at morning recess.
my old farts thought staying up late was only for burglars, or maybe sex (which i was unaware existed) and snatched away the book and torch from me at the same hour early every evening in a goodnight ritual i didn't pass on to my brats.
in '77 i was six, in NZ freezing my titties off, eating shovels of seafood, going to speech therapists to iron my my crickled aussie accent, and have my selective hearing tested which availed me none, and my parents then assumed i was deliberately ignoring their monologues which faded like traffic noise in the background while i automatically inserted appropriate platitudes like 'yes mum' 'sorry mum' , 'i know mum' etc at the fitting time in intervals as expected.
oh is wonderful to be free of the bondage of youth and its burdens and expectations!!!!! give me antiquity in me tea any day!
My Muse, to labour chained
demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
mehopkins1971.wordpress.com
demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
mehopkins1971.wordpress.com