3:15 am (tunnel vision)
3.15, legs and sweat, 1997
tangled hands and black-eyed lust
smoke break interrupted
ears pricked, heads dipped
a heap of limbs in parody
four of us can say for sure
what we were doing then
when Henri Paul lost control
in Pont de l'Alma tunnel
and pixellated puckered tin
bathed bodies in the flicker
and a nation woke and mourned
while we just necked another
and dilated, changed the channel over
CHOON!
Jon
Mon 22nd May 2017 12:57
Wow...great poem Laura. It always takes me a minute to catch on to what might be obvious to others. Love the mingling of everyday life and the event that everybody remembers with shock.
Really made me stop and think when I realised what had happened in this.
Hope you're ok !! Jon x