Poetry Blogs (1980s)
It was back in 09 and I was on the computer.
I had Ghost Dance on the decks, full volume.
I looked on Facebook to see her fan sites.
It was a wonderful shock!
Anne Marie Hurst was doing a gig!
I had the chance to see one of my musical heroines live!
And hear her Ghost Dance and Skeletal Family songs.
Imagine that, 80s Goth live.
I got a ticket...
Thursday 16th January 2014 4:12 pm
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on thei...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
My old Escort is a wreck on wheels,
there’s more rust than paint, the tyres are bald
and the door lock’s knackered
but I have so much pride in my ancient car.
It came into being in 1984, at the height of the 80s
when XR3’s were king and Ford ruled the road.
Every morning it starts at first turn of the key
in a cloud of blue smoke fro...
Friday 13th April 2012 4:21 pm