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Three Short Poems about Mark E Smith
1996.
Starting off with an instrumental
Blazen in a fragmented fury;
Their first song stumbled along
In a bass heavy nervourness
as the band looked at each other worried
Like they were throwing
accidental thunder at the crowd
With a mellifluous speed
Until the words ‘I am coming out of the toilet’
Could be heard going through the crowd
Ricochetting eventually onto the stage
Where he...
Saturday 3rd February 2018 8:30 pm
Not so Bohemian now
In the 1980s there was anger in the air
Thatcher’s children breathing fire with bile-fuelled despair
And thick, treacly green gel bound my spiky hair
The Mary Chain’s screeches echoed in my ears
Morrissey’s tortured words fuelled my every angst and fear
A bedroom rebel hiding from the day-glo Tory cheers
Oh how I felt so Bohemian then
Wham’s false jollity was d...
Saturday 17th August 2013 3:13 pm
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