10-15-2014, 07:57 PM
Thanks for the comments.
Billy - Seriously, apart from the opening line this poem owes nothing to any songs. These lines
down half-remembered alleyways, the detritus of all the days
may be close to something by T.S.Eliot, I can't recall. I started the poem a few years back and it's not been abandoned yet.
Ellajam - very helpful, ta. You're right about these lines
of percussion dabbled blue.
Let’s steal a ball with a private invite
they're the ones I most have problems with too.
Mel - it's interesting what you say, stream of consciousness, different radio stations. I suppose the poem is a reflection on recreational drug use, theory and practice. The opening line is what I often found myself singing when under the influence.
Billy - Seriously, apart from the opening line this poem owes nothing to any songs. These lines
down half-remembered alleyways, the detritus of all the days
may be close to something by T.S.Eliot, I can't recall. I started the poem a few years back and it's not been abandoned yet.
Ellajam - very helpful, ta. You're right about these lines
of percussion dabbled blue.
Let’s steal a ball with a private invite
they're the ones I most have problems with too.
Mel - it's interesting what you say, stream of consciousness, different radio stations. I suppose the poem is a reflection on recreational drug use, theory and practice. The opening line is what I often found myself singing when under the influence.
Before criticising a person try walking a mile in their shoes. Then when you do criticise that person, you are a mile away.... and you have their shoes.