DoWn AnD oUt

Kevin Michael Bloor

One day, my old mate, Stevie Sorrow
naïvely said, “it’s cool to borrow.”
That’s why we robbed those suckers blind:
(The church folk who had been so kind

to us, when we were in the gutter.)
They bailed us out – were bread and butter
to Steve and me when we were broke:
(No job, no home, no cash – no joke!)

But all needs must, and we were needy!
(This seaside town’s so shit and seedy,
a ghost town when it’s out of season.)
Why Blackpool’s blah – don’t know the reason?

Love lost had led me to this seashore,
when gorgeous girl called me an eyesore.
She’d once been starry-eyed with love,
till she unfurled her wings like dove.

And so, I sailed the stream fast flowing,
without my girl, and without knowing
I’d settle in this wild west town,
up-fucked, dirt-poor and out and down.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2022 04:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Me: way back in '78.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 9


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