I crawled through the viscera of my early twenties
Caught between the metronomic thud
Of self harm
And elation
Huddled together
Like cattle in a storm
The lights
The bass
The molecular
re arr a ng e me nt
Of every part of me
Heartbeat
After heartbeat
Drowning together
In an ocean of serotonin
Ha - some of us re-visit on occasion for real ;) I recently lost the ENTIRE plot during a Utah Saints gig at a festie :D
The molecular
re arr a ng e me nt
brilliant that - could almost feel the bass go through me. At least, that's what I think you're talking about.
Thanks guys, these comments mean a lot. The bike riding is not going so well, I keep falling off. But, we shall overcome (some day).
Travis Brow
Fri 10th Jul 2015 15:31
This is excellent Stu, and poignant at the same time. I've never attempted the kind of 'concrete poetry' arrangement of words, the way you have here with...
're arr a ng e me nt'
..but it serves your purpose well.
There's no humiliation in learning to ride a bike, however old you are. Fuck it; and when you're ready, ride off in to the sunset.
Thanks David, I look forward to your comments as always! Shame about the work, still it could be worse, I have my significantly younger and smaller wife teaching me to ride a bike in the front garden. Humiliating doesnt cover it!
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Stu Buck
Tue 11th Aug 2015 16:43
got it in one. nightclubs took my soul and left me with brittle bones. glad your enjoying my work, im currently reading through yours as well and enjoying it.