A personal history poem first this post.
21st BIRTHDAY POEM
Colours erupted in the wet sky
the fireworks arrived on time
as we toasted my birthday
in malt and Moroccan
Time started to leapfrog
a series of stuttering memories
that I could later never quite sequence
but the dawn was fresh and clear
I walked home
leaving a set of footprints
on the dewed grass
that eventually led me here
This is something I've been looking at for a couple of weeks and please regard this as a first draft. I think it's pretty straight forward reportage. The events happened at a festival back in the 70s and it did conclude with fireworks.
I don't know where this one comes from. It wrote itself and I don't know what to make of it.
Elvis said to Elvis in the Clones For Hire stockade:
I’d never have gone and done it
if I’d have even had half an inkling this would be my fate
I’d have sacked that bastard Colonel for a start
Marilyn Monroe sighed:
You always say this before they retune your head
but you never ever act on the impulse
or think about the situation we are all in now
She was called away to another job
she was the most popular of the Heritage Clones
The other Elvis sighed
and wished he’d stuck to driving trucks
It did make me smile though.
Iron and Wine were excellent. Here's a video of him live.
Until next time
