68 Grafton Street 1977
seventeen years old
68 Grafton Street 1977
We took acid
Saw things
We stumbled across
Hull university
Fields
With reds and yellows
Blues and glowing
Things floating
In our heads
So funny
We laughed
And called and yelled
And danced
And pretended
We were famous
Musicians
And we went home
We became a football team
And kicked the ball in
The living room
Where we did
Everything
Knee deep in
takeaway wrapping
And roaches of
Every kind
Record cover stained
“Never Mind The Bollocks”
Cannabis
The ball went through
the window
“Taffy you Welsh bastard”
We huddled
In deception
And plots.
Then tomorrow
We called the
landlord-enemy
And said kids had
Kicked a ball
Through our window.
Through the window
Of the landlord-enemy.
And the landlord-enemy
Said upon
Deliberation…
Why is the glass
Laying outside?
We were clever
But not smart.
And the enemy won again.
Haha, I enjoyed the mahem and chaos of the poem. The mischief and the devilment. The short lines work well here.
The clouding of judgement when stoned, to forget about the glass.
You must have been a very naughty boy indeed. 😉
Alison x
Hahaha yes well, I’ve often danced with the wild ones. We only had one pan. A frying pan, with fat in it, in the morning there’d be little mouse prints in the fat. So we just took the absurd point of view that as we reheated the fat the prints disappeared! and we fried our bacon. Thank you for your comment. As much appreciated as ever.
Another gem from your pen!
The frying pan resonates. We used to fill jam jars with a little oil and leave them grouped on the floor, the sink, the table, and in the morning we would be treated to the sight of oily mice giving up the ghost. Cruel days!
Hi bhi. Thanks for the always kind words, one day I’m sure you’ll say that’s a bit shit, but until then thank you, and even then thank you. Never heard of the mouse jar trick, but we weren’t really bothered they were an amusement really.
Having spent the seventies stoned I can relate – sort of; we had an old house in Sydney with a bastard landlord who worked for IBM. Anyway, another stream of consciousness, which I enjoyed – did you do the art work?
Haha yeah good times. No sadly I didn’t do the art… I used to play the Blues guitar but I’ve been stricken with arthritis now so that’s canned. I’ve spent a lot of time in Sydney. I lived in Kiwi for a large part of my life. I’m heading back to retire. Get out this mire. Thanks for commenting.
Me and friends ‘rented’ an old house in Crows Nest, we had regular parties – not knowing half the people who turned up. Big lounge for dancing, front bedroom for smoking, egg sandwiches at 4:00 a.m. We had to turn the volume down after the second police visit. Ah, where have the salad days gone?
Haha bet the parties were mighty, we’d walk the streets where the other students lived on a Friday and Saturday night after the pubs shut, listening for music, then we’d knock and say “Jim said it was ok”. WE’d have a couple of bottles of cider, if we didn’t have money we’d have bottles half filled with water, and pout that into the punch, which they always had, then we’d drink the beer! Often raiding the fridge for anything worth nicking to eat during the week. Then we’d be talking to the girls for obvious testosterone driven reasons. Remember the… Read more »