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Submitted by HDGoodman on 12 August 2007 - 7:56am.
Style / Type:
freeform
The speakers of of the old cinemas defined my childhood.
Define who I am today,
and for what?
Early Hollywood profit.
A place where the women are
Diamonds; bought, sold and cut.
Where dirty men are kings.
Where (dispite popular belief)
we live alone in our shells
That echo only
our own voices
which are everything;
but are worth nothing.
only our qwn reverberated voices keep us sane
and the blood-meat pump
grinds away at the clock
like racists at a coalface
who make jokes about being black.
(5 votes)
Nice Work!
Liked this a lot - Watch the typing though - you have ‘qwn’ instead of ‘own’ in the fifth last line. I like the imagery you have used here to describe the characters -
A place where the women are
Diamonds; bought, sold and cut.
Where dirty men are kings.
Where (dispite popular belief)
we live alone in our shells
Kaz x
Cheers from the noonday sun!
i should buy me a proof reader.
you are a hellava good poet, Harry
you evoke, comment and express so concisely.
My thoughts of Valhalla Glebe in its heyday. Movies you could see no-where else.
cheers,
Jess
Never been there,
but I bet I could say I have and a few people would believe me for a minute,after reading this almost creepy piece,about the place.
Thank You,
Hugh Gotitso