Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Last Week at Special Sounds . . .

Last week at Special Sounds, we abandoned our usual pop quiz in favour of something a little more creatively stimulating. Kicking off the evening, I invited our assembled guests to write me a poem, with a prize on offer of this month's mixtape (lovingly compiled by the Spirit of Gravity's Señor Cheesemaster). I fully expected almost no-one to show an interest and a paltry smattering of half-arsed verse to follow, but I was pleasantly surprised by a plethora of fine poems. Please allow me to share with you some of our favourites . . . .

Once upon a man there was a time,
a fleshy construct born of rhyme,
and in his mind there was a pen,
the paper hopes and dreams of men.
L. Renshaw

Preconceptions poisoned a powerful statement
Laymens terms apply
This fool is hardly the apples of my eye
No tool to maintain this guy
M.O.T., D.O.A., 
somethign surely went astray,
ran away,
but not from home
sluts on the phone
you tut, i moan
seasonal sorry sad metronome
"Tiny, tone it down!"
Bassline buried frown
under some gorge of
other hims and hers
gospel hymns and church choir fur
oh father i pray to be
blessed with your sordid slur.
Powers that be, arguing
love motives assumingly.
Aggressive as it was so
light to touch but fear of
fumble - your tears will 
crumble this establishment's walls.

Kissing you
As you walk up the stairs
I already miss you!
 - Why haven't you answered?
Are you angry?
Are you sad?
Don't be - I'll call again later . . . 
or send you the tenth text.

She: I'll never snog again!

In your ragged shirt
no style, no mode
five quid is too much
you said
for a t-shirt
And you were right.

No 'do' for you
clippers will suffice
oh how we laughed
at the slaves
How shallow, we said
and we were right

Without warning
No bell announced
In other words
I was surprised
When ragged became passé
and a grand 
was not enough
clippers begone,
the hair it shone
How fabulous they said
and they were right.

Sitting here in Oliver's
Listening to Special Sounds
Pints are very expensive
Each one costing four pounds

Wailing accordians
Boxes full of beats
We all love it at Oliver's
Shame there's no spare seats
(except the ones down there. And over there.)
James Dale

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense

Drawings of T-Toe and Laying on of Hands by Steve Reed of Club Silencio.

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