"Steppin' Out"
(I posted this some days ago - however among my chums in 'ull (and on fb) a controversy over whether it is two poems and the second half does not belong here ensued, so I removed it - here it is in its entirety - I have a truncated version as per the critics' suggestions but hey ho) :)
When Julie Christie steps from Ormondroyd’s lorry
Swinging her hair and handbag carefree
Down along Bradford streets
And on the sound track
A flute plays happy jazzy music,
That’s how I want to feel.
I am tired, nowhere to sleep,
A lift has dropped me
In some cold Midlands town
Wolverhampton perhaps?
Redditch or Stoke?
It’s dark
It’s raining
I need a smoke
And money for a drink
A friend to phone and ask,
“Can you come and pick me up?
I’ve had a lousy day
But I’m here at last.”
But I have no friend
No cigarettes
Empty pockets
A meat and potato pie
In a soggy takeaway box.
I only wanted love
To live in it
To give it
Get a little back
Skipping down derelict streets
Stepping over pavement weeds
Like Julie Christie when she changed the world
Knowing that you were mine
And I was yours
Making it all alright.
Laying together
Warm against winter
Washing my face with my lover’s night breath
Wondering at her night sighs
Her night moans and night giggles
As the cinema inside her sleeping head
Plays movie reels I’ll never see
Trapped inside her memory.
Ah but the pains
We inflicted ran too deep
As we broke our nails, our hearts,
Reaming out the rubble tunnel
Of self interest and expectation
Blocking the light
From the high and holy land
Of the dreamscape we created
You, me, kids,
Family
How did it end like this?
No warmth
A sour kiss
I called her bitch
She called me bastard
It was not meant to be like this.
We broke up because we chose love?
We should have embraced indifference
A casual coupling and easy uncoupling
I tried not to hurt her
She tried not to hurt me
But we were outgunned.
God may forgive us
For the harm we did
In saving ourselves
From the drowning claws of one another…
We will never forgive each other.