a bright young thing with the look of an artist
an indie rock queen folded with the elegance
of a homely daughter
the verve of youth touched with the sexiness
of womanhood
colour in the black and white
of a homely daughter
the verve of youth touched with the sexiness
of womanhood
colour in the black and white
something in that face ticks my tock
but I am just an old man
who muses the untouchable
the out of reach
my kicks are obtained from knowing
but I am just an old man
who muses the untouchable
the out of reach
my kicks are obtained from knowing
the likes of her exist amongst the
dull and grey
dancing with the rain and gutter trash
to pale them into insignificance
photographs will find her
beauty?...no
beauty is limited
her face has so much more
stories hidden behind mascara eyes
parting lips that whisper but only I can hear
her face
a face made to drench
angels in self doubt
I sat on a cold bench soaking in the rain
angels in self doubt
I sat on a cold bench soaking in the rain
suffering the effects of too much drink
when I started to write this in my head
tiny pulses are felt if you
seek them out
some lucky bastard watches her apply make up
first thing in the morning
brush strokes of an artist
first thing in the morning
brush strokes of an artist
she is the river I ran dry
the beautiful but tainted youth
tainted by the media and mr and mrs righteous cunt who read
the daily mail.
the beautiful but tainted youth
tainted by the media and mr and mrs righteous cunt who read
the daily mail.
men froth at the thought of her on the tube
every morning
but consider suicide when they realize they never
ever possessed
the cool milk shake look
of the camden eyeliner princess
every morning
but consider suicide when they realize they never
ever possessed
the cool milk shake look
of the camden eyeliner princess
there is a place to sit and imagine what this beautiful ugly town can do for you
failing that just get lost in love making
failing that just get lost in love making
photographs will find her
she glides through the market
all dark glasses, glam rock chic, and mosh pit stalker
all dark glasses, glam rock chic, and mosh pit stalker
I can imagine her dancing in the
electric ballroom
in the 1980's
feel the lust in an unspoken moment
find solace in public Libraries and coffee stained cafe's
bright young thing
with the look of an artist
photographs must find her
with the look of an artist
photographs must find her
and I hope they will
Written and © owned by T Andrew Roberts 2010 © Boris Danski
If more people had a soul, such as this, the world would be a better place
ReplyDeleteawww thank you xx
ReplyDeleteI want your writing in print. I want to hold it in my hand, sit by my fire and read your collection, not on a screen. So let it be done. x
ReplyDeletethank you, though I am quite sure I will never get it published as no one would want to publish it. I did consider self publishing once though x
ReplyDeleteso well written. Written from the heart. :)
ReplyDeleteKay
Such depth of feeling. You are able to explore and express your observations with a powerful narrative which holds the reader by the throat.
ReplyDeletethat is the kindest comment...thank you so much
ReplyDeleteHello Luv...I adore the comments you are receiving..your work is powerful and intriguing..I want it in my hands as well!! This will be published at some point..maybe we should seriously talk about me producing images based on your work. I would Love to try!!xoxo
ReplyDeleteI have known this girl I carry her in my heart and plan with your permission to have this.etched into.limestone for her
ReplyDeleteThankyou Tim for permitting me to have your poem etched. WOrking with the artist at the moment and will send a photograph of the completed works :)
ReplyDeletepleasure...look forward to seeing it
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