There’s a queue at the town hall. It’s been there all week,
And it moves at the pace of a corpse with lead feet
As it snakes through the foyer and into the street,
Like a tapeworm the building can’t pass.
It’s a circus parade, but with all the fun missing,
The couple, at one end, wrapped up in their kissing,
At the other the gent in the flat cap who’s hissing
At the girl with the bubble gum lips behind glass.
There are pensioners lost inside layers of coats,
Babies screaming in pushchairs, some fat drunken bloke
Who’s stood reading a book by the late Doris Stokes.
It’s a dark, single-file pantomime.
And the bright orange skank lets her children run, screaming,
As the girl with the clouds in her head stands there dreaming,
And the clock on the wall, with its hour hand seemingly
Stolen, cuts slices from time.
June 30, 2013
June 30th, 2013 at 4:47 pm
I am that girl dreaming with my head in the clouds…just wrote a poem about the clouds…odd! Love the crowd in this very versatile.
June 30th, 2013 at 5:05 pm
And very long…
June 30th, 2013 at 5:27 pm
I’m the bright orange skank who lets her children run by.
June 30th, 2013 at 5:31 pm
And I’m the grumpy old git having a go at the girl behind the counter.
June 30th, 2013 at 6:49 pm
Fyi, the poem I just posted was meant to be a bit of a joke. I wanted to see people’s reaction to it. 😀
June 30th, 2013 at 7:39 pm
The clue was in the title, although I did wonder. I read it three times, thought ‘Nope, can’t make head nor tail of this one’ and did what I always do when I’ve no idea what a poem is about, clicked ‘like’ (just to show that I’d read it) and left without commenting.
June 30th, 2013 at 7:05 pm
something in every line – I enjoyed the read very much. setting, tone, characters, sleights of wordery – a hell of a lot going on! —–Chagall
June 30th, 2013 at 7:32 pm
Ta. 🙂
June 30th, 2013 at 10:52 pm
LOL, wonderful imagery and descriptions! 🙂
June 30th, 2013 at 10:53 pm
🙂
June 30th, 2013 at 11:43 pm
very cool. i was stuck in traffic the other and was looking at all of the people around me – trying to figure out their story….
June 30th, 2013 at 11:56 pm
That’s just reminded me of the opening to a programme I used to watch with Herbert Lom in it. The voice over always used to say something along the lines of: “There are a million stories in the naked city. This is one of them.”
July 1st, 2013 at 12:22 am
I’ve been in that line 🙂 Very vividly expressed!
July 1st, 2013 at 12:23 am
I wish you’d let me push in in front of you.
July 1st, 2013 at 9:09 am
Great ha, are these your drawings Brian? Love them. oh by the way enjoying your book muchly. taking it slowly as I want to save it for my week in St Ives. 🙂
July 1st, 2013 at 9:28 am
Yes…they’re actually oil paintings Jo. I had this bright idea of doing a series of oil paintings that just depicted a queue, each painting leading into the next until I’d filled an entire room. I got about thirteen panels into it before the boredom set in.
July 1st, 2013 at 9:29 am
Lol well these are just ace. Love the doggy having a sneaky peak. Lol
July 1st, 2013 at 9:45 am
Hah! Fred the lecherous Bassett.