I saw you there on the street
Three years before I was born
It's crazy how one thought can change your day
Now I'm a lifetime away
And my dad was so young
I walk down the same street
But I'm a little bit more lonely
Outside of the Ballroom
Playing Victorialand like a movie scene
I remember the time who dares wins
And all of the people we lost along the way
How I used to flinch when you were near me
My cupid's bow
My widow's peak
My shy boy sensitivity
And the glory dancing on your skin
How every promise was a lie
But you knew how to pull me back in
Do you ever think about me when you're alone?
Soaking into a new composition
Like light polarizied in different directions
Hard-bitten and ruminating in grassy meadows
Are we fools acting like angels in the dreams we borrow
Watching the scared view of the West from the crow-stepped gable?
Well, I am your unicorn
Your red, white and blue boy
Kissing memories fading like willow chalk
Hanging onto your every word
As soft as the mountains on the skyline
Eating foxgloves and oranges
With the moonlight on my lips
And the colour of November on my cheeks.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Wonderful lines in this surreal poem of a time that never was but is. A lovely write
Thank you for your kind words!
You often make me sigh, but you seldom make me cry. Direct hit. I'm not sure if it's my heart, my head, or my gut you pierced.
Awesome man! I was actually thinking of you not too long ago. Jarcher, who has commented on so many of my poems, made me smile, I hope you're out there doing alright.
I particularly like the first stanza of this poem. I was listening to The Last Thing by Lebanon Hanover on repeat (great tune!) and watching an old documentary about Glasgow. They were showing clips of Argyle Street from 1995. Well, three years before I was born. I was thinking of my dad in a way I haven't ever really thought about him, especially since he's passed. He felt timeless. It got me wondering about what kind of young man he was, before he had any sons. Where was he? What was he doing on that specific day?
Thank you for the sweet comment. I hope you're doing fine out there!!!
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