what it was

it was fireworks and it was scotch lifted from craig’s mums special cabinet and it was the knowledge that she knew she knew and he would not soon shift the bruising and it was sat on the kerb passing the bottle and it was telling your mother you had gone to meet a girl at the cinema and it was her smile and she knew but she was post-war helpless and it was holding hands in the puff of smoke cold and it was him resting his head on your shoulder while the cheap shit booze stung the teeth you’d brushed twice before leaving and it was two girls and a lad walking past and calling you a faggot and it was barely dodging a rock then and it was waiting until they had long gone before admitting you could probably take them and it was the end of the bottle and it was the end of the display and it was the end of the night and it was four hands becoming eight as your house grew nearer and it was warm and it was clean and I wish it was what it was more than what it actually was but then it was your father finding out at work from the father of the cunt who threw the rock and it was a smashed radio and it was a broken collarbone and it was fresh bruises for mum and it was never leaving this fucking house again and now it’s not anymore and will never be again and I wish it was

◄ keep yourself warm

tom waits and an infinite softness ►


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Martin Elder

Tue 10th Jul 2018 16:23

I agree with Ray this certainly does a Mike Leigh feel about it. There is a real graphic honesty in your work which makes it stand out from the rest in and almost everyday style without being unnecessarily dramatic
Nice one Stu

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Stu Buck

Sun 8th Jul 2018 01:43

cheers pat. glad it evoked something. will report back on its debut airing. hope your keeping well and that the words return soon enough

Pat Hughes

Sun 8th Jul 2018 00:42

Jesus wept,haven't written anything of value in ages so now I'm properly jealous .
Brings back memories of nicking sherry whilst babysitting,being confused by my actions and the actions of others.
This will make people sit up and pay attention when read out loud.

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Stu Buck

Sat 7th Jul 2018 15:52

thanks both. performing this one monday night. should be a blast!

(love the daleks by the way)

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suki spangles

Sat 7th Jul 2018 07:12

Hi there Stu,

That characters you invoke in your poetry are compelling, fascinating, contrary ~ and all too human. It's not easy to write poetry like this, you manage it because the people you write about, the language they use, the thoughts they express are believable.

Thanks for sharing.


p.s thanks for the dalek sketch. I have left another one for you in my reply! Enjoy!

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Thu 5th Jul 2018 23:16

This has that suffocating interwoven feel of a Mike Leigh film Stu. A kind of stealth and inevitability and all done in an atmosphere supercharged and yet overarching reportage style.
A grand affair, gritty and as always a great surprise.


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