The Town

curtains

I think this one's just a little less off the head than the last one. There are a few people on here I know who are going to get what this is about after three lines. Criticise and suggest away....


The Town

Half-eight, half-light,
A summer day at it’s close.
Fridays, like always,
They stand and watch the sweet
papers and the crisp packets,
And the half-empty bottles
on the ground,
Or sit on concrete steps,
and talk, and laugh.
Or just don’t speak at all.
And the street is filled;
With children’s play,
With grease-soaked smells and distant music
from half-open doors.
Or old men, with crumbling faces
Who mustn’t hear it anymore.
Stuttering and flickering are born;
Thirteen orange candles,
And the sun is banished into the night.
Stamping to keep out the cold,
A throwaway joke,
Like a spark in dry tinder,
Sets the sodium blaze alight.
And if one of us should slip away,
Amidst sideways glances in the half-light glow,
In search of shade
and warmer places,
Nothing would be said.
But in those days the night-times stretched longer,
And we knew better too,
What it was to stand on the side of the street,
Until it was time to go home.

Le Rack

I really like that, great imagrey of being out on the street with your friends and nothing really to do or at least that's myfeeling of it cuz it's familiar!

ctrl-alt-delete

i loved it great stuff, brought back great memories for me, thanks