Underground Re-mix

A warm afternoon in anĀ underground club in Manchester

A loose suited cool linen swagger
eclipses the burden of daylight
adjusting down well-trodden steps,
nicotine fingernails trail on billboard walls
to an ugly door that opens with a mumble.

The bar stools gesture through half closed eyes
lifted from beer mat stares,
closing again with a head back sip.

Hips sway through pungent clouds,
reverb touches seersucker on stilettos,
heavy handed from a dub step base.

He falls familiar to a corner seat and placesĀ his mind
behind the aroma of a Black Russian, with a sip

he slips, into the underground again.


 

© savvi 2017
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Franciman
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God! This is so grubby it makes me want to wash my hands. Love it for that very quality – it’s tactile and tacky, acerbic yet dull; so full of contradictions and compelling.
For me, under the underground doesn’t work. Maybe ‘into the underground?’
Great imagery Keith. Into favs for me.
Cheers,
Jim

Nemo
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Love it, Keith, the almost surreal combinations of word, esp. ‘the door that opens with a mumble.’ An amazing imagination you have, we could learn a lot from you. Congrats on the nib and the nom. Onwards and upwards.
Gerald

Ionicus
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It reminded me of some tenements clubs in London’s Soho many years ago and of their dark atmosphere, Keith. Nothing much changes, it seems.
A very imaginative sketch.

Sweetwater
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I have heard of such places and this poem really brings everything alive through extremely powerful images, as I read it I felt I was seeing everything through my own eyes.
I love the door opening with a mumble especially. Sue.

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