Monday, March 15, 2010

THe BUS The Busz The BUsh the Brash the Bushell The Brushes TheBes The BUSt The Bustard The Ballilika The Ballustrades The Bollix

Will I ever forget?

She was wearing Stella McCartney
I was drinking Stella Artois
An homage to the pastiche of ourselves
We were a match struck in heaven
But lit in hell fingernails painted and bitten
In equal measure the pleasure was in the pain
Hold on, hold on, tight to the night
Neon gypsy bus tripped out wires star crossed
Danced dizzy in a haze of love of excess
Sense yet to be learned our fingers burned
Fireworks in the black, black Manchester skies
Police helicopter marlboro smokes searchlit
Platt Fields bodies in the pond words on the wire
Fists before dawn guns around the corner
Of our lexicon, fight five times a week
Battered blue boy, the drunk kid on the block
Self-defence was excused
Downstairs in The White Lion subversive
Subterranean, survival of the luckiest
Danger licked the corners, bravado
By the pint more desperate than strong
Kiss me Judas-quick if you think that wrong
Rough injustice no friend of mine, but
She was the stars, I the moon
We blaze our own neon nebulas
From the back of a stolen car
the sodium lights blurr 70 , 80 ,90
Princess Parkway, one way, one way only,
And that was Out.

Argents subject is feeling a bit cut off.

Stella crossed lovers from Niamh

Stellar line up from Titus

Oedipus complex from Weaver?

Full moon from Karen

Padhraig's Bolt from the blue

These watercat shoes were made for walking (out)

Ringo you're a star from Don't feed the pixies

Swiss has had a skinfull

Southside girl Northside Bar NanU

Unrequited lust from Heather

Life can be Hell without Villanelle- Ask Poetikat

She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah? Crazy Field Mouse

Lemons but no sour grapes from The Alchemist's Pillow

Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town- Susan Sonnen!.html


Karen said...

Oh, you guys! I couldn't let you leave without me!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Jeanne Iris said...
Fantastic, frenetic, finely-crafted piece there, TFE! I particularly like your allusions to writing in this one. Looking forward to reading the other takes on those two lines you supplied.

March 14, 2010 6:29 PM
The Josie Baggley Company said...
You lot are all a little affected -just thought I'd mention it you know;);)
If Stella was a fella I reckon he'd be a lurex clad hairdresser specialising in moose structuring big hair yokes...nothing more nothing less. That's all I've to brain just won't entertain the subject any further for some reason

March 14, 2010 6:39 PM
Bill said...
A fantastic stream of energy. I didn't get thayt buzz from anything in the few magazines I was flicking through only this afternoon. As it is only a few I wouldn't be dogmatic about it -I could be talking cobblers- but I think poetry now needs more stuff like this. There are other kinds of poetry I like too, but I like this: talking neither down nor up, neither over-intellectual nor "dumbed down", just the genuine article. Trying to do what poetry does: with energy.

March 14, 2010 7:08 PM
The Weaver of Grass said...
Boy - that is one sophisticated poem you have writ there eej. Still pain-ridden I have hobbled to the side of the road and waited for the bus to come along. My legs may not be working as well as they should at present but there is nothing to stop my brain mulling over your two sentence starter for the poem. My entry has just been posted - enjoy (or not as the case me be).

March 14, 2010 7:27 PM
Heather said...
Great poem TFE - I'll be on the bus tomorrow.

March 14, 2010 7:32 PM
Niamh B said...
Will I ever forget? Glad you remembered!! Like this poem Mr - favourite images would be danger licking corners and the one way only being out.

I'm on board now .. definitely looking for the wooden spoon this week!

March 14, 2010 7:55 PM
Karen said...
I love the energy and the sound of this! I had to read it orally just to hear myself gathering speed!

I wish I had a ticket this week, but having neither designer duds to wear nor a good lager to make me not care, I'm just standing here, thumbing a ride, reading everyone else's good poetry!

March 14, 2010 10:26 PM
Titus said...
That's me up, Mr TFE. I am now going to run for the hills.

March 14, 2010 11:41 PM

NanU said...

Bodies in the pond, hmm. Frabjous ride, TFE. I likes how it clicks along, taking us with, clandestinlike in the back seat.
My own is much more sedate. Sessile, even.

swiss said...

it was murder....

am liking the look of that neon gypsy bus

Niamh B said...

Here's the plan TFE - since this one has conjured such a plethora of rhyme and rhythm strong narrative led beauties - You are going to gather them all together and ship simultaneously to Stella's head of Marketing, Stella Mac, and Leonard Bernstein. A broadway hit "Stella - the musical" is born - contributing poets get a six pack of Stella (with me getting a slab for coming up with this genius idea), costumes by Stella Mac, sponsored by Stella A, and the profits are plowed back into the Poetry Bus Publication!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't Feed The Pixies said...

mine is also up now - will have to come back and read yours later

the watercats said...

i LOVE YOUR POEM! iT'S REALLY INTENSE.. sorry (caps), I love the alcohol fuelled zoom of it, all swooning and swaying and beautiful terrible imagery... nice stuff!..

I've attempted the challenge, but fear I haven't really done t' poem justice.. me head is wrecked! :-) in a good way though..

Heather said...

Just climbed aboard and posted my offering on my blog. Cheers!

Peter Goulding said...

A match struck in heaven but lit in hell.
Its very John Cooper Clarke and I mean that as an enormous compliment

Poetikat said...

I'm here! A bit late, but I'm here. (I took a little liberty with the two lines. I hope you don't mind.)

Love this:

"guns around the corner
Of our lexicon"

A smashing poem, Peadar. It is a powerful one - drunk and disorderly, battered wives, that chemistry that holds in spite of all the nastiness that the depths of a soul can unearth. Despite it all, sometimes it works. Scary, that.

It was great!


Anonymous said...

just loving the results of this prompt TFE, been laughing all afternoon. but now my head is full of everyone else's thoughts so am struggling to find a different angle, may have to go and browse some Stella as I have no idea what she designs like, and unfortunately cannot stand the taste of Stella

ArtSparker said...

I think there might be a David Lynch film in that poem.

Argent said...

I'm with Peter here: "We were a match struck in heaven
But lit in hell". This was a real-fizz-bang white-knuckle joyride of a pome!!

Brigid said...

Hi TFE, Dont get too excited havent managed a poem this week,
Just to let you know that I changed my name from sortofwitty to
the pressure to be witty all the time too much for me,
Technology failed me and now I look like billy no mates in cyberspace as I lost all my comments but I will recover,
will be back on the poetry bus soon,

Ann said...

I have enjoyed all the creative poetry. I am having a brain freeze week. So no poem from me. But I hope to catch the Bus soon!

martine frampton said...

we had small kids when I lived in Manchester but found the images in your poem very nostalgic, especially the police helicopters going over.
thanks for sharing

Totalfeckineejit said...

Get aboard Karen!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Jeanne!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Josie Begley....OUCH!!!!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Bill, OOOhhh!!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Poor WEaver..GET BETTER SOON and thanks.

Totalfeckineejit said...

See you there then, H!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Nivby, I liked those lines too!

Totalfeckineejit said...

C'mon Karen, ya can do it!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Head for the hills Titus, were coming after ye!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Sessile NanU? oooh!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Murder? Swiss, A crime of poetry?

Totalfeckineejit said...

Or poetic justice?

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Nivby, brilliant.We'll call it the F plan.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Se ye later Pixos!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Uiscekateens!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Welcome H, have a seat and a sanger!

Pure Fiction said...

I really like this - it does what your poetry does best, sweeps the reader along on this incredible flow of words.
Didn't make it to the bus stop this week, between christenings and colds, but looking forward to hopping on again next Monday.

Poetikat said...

Am I the Uiscekateens? Love it! (see my comment to your most recent post, please!)

Totalfeckineejit said...

Pf. From you, that's praise!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Kat, the Uiscekateens are the Uiscekateens (Watercats). You is Kato and Kitty Kat !

Totalfeckineejit said...

Love Cooper Clarke, Peter.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Kato, no women hurt in the making of this pome!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Glad you likey CFM, but no likey the Stella? Ooof!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Give him a ring , Sparkey!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Fizz bang diddly dang! Thanks Argo!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Tanks Brigid, be expecting a pome from ye next week though!

Totalfeckineejit said...

There's a seat for you Ann!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Police helicopters Martine,Oh the romance of Manchester!