Things we lost in the fire

[(Wordy)]

we were just punks doing stuff
with wiring (ours, mainly)
smallscale
(not exactly flush with cash)

trading in unwanted body parts,
recycled mirrorglass,
thrones, pendants, oversize teasets

we dressed all arcane: black, obviously,
but with strips of amber like roadworkers

we played Vampire & Cyberpunk
through ephedrine summer nights
& sheltered disfigured birds in the basement

our neighbours alerted the police
that we were Goths;
our friends, straightfaced,
called us ‘clerics of refuse’

we combed treasure for trash,
anything flammable
& built the fire as an artwork,
working title 'sacrifice'

once lit, it proved a popular exhibit
and we finally met the neighbours
but didn’t stick around
to meet the fire department

the fire took us right back to basics
as a 'true' work of art should;
thinking survival, we paired off,
got snagged on jobs & coping drugs

the birds escaped to South America


(c) Stu Hatton 2006
A Collection of Thoughs

 

[New]

Hrm...reminds me of what I did during my recent youth...

 

[spgeddi]

that's fuck'n awesome.

once lit, it proved a popular exhibit
and we finally met the neighbours
but didn’t stick around
to meet the fire department

made me snigger!

 

[33-33]

Reminds me of the book, 'He Died With a Felafel in His Hand'...

I like this:

& built the fire as an artwork,
working title 'sacrifice'

And this:

through ephedrine summer nights

 

[echo off]

its left my stomach churning, but i really liked it. it's just that is leaves me wondering where is it/are you going?

ha! now i realize that it's hope!

 

[(Wordy)]

Thanks for the feedback folks.

it's just that is leaves me wondering where is it/are you going?

ha! now i realize that it's hope!

Is it? I don't know... this one is still a work in progress (bearing in mind that I never consider a poem 'finished'). I'd like to expand the narrative a little, although I don't really want to involve distinct characters.

 

[echo off]

well, it felt as such to me... having hope is just about the only place the narrator has left to go. or at least it reminded me of a time in my life where soon after i started seeing the good in things again.

 

[(Wordy)]

Cool, I'm glad to hear it had a personal resonance for you (and for others too it seems).

 

[Jabberwocky]

I really liked the voice of this piece. It was a kinda carefree tone this is what happened DIY or die. I liked it the amazing things it described so non chalantly(sp?) makes it all the more meaningful in its dissertation.

 

[realm]

i love this man. great work!