from the cheap seats
I etched my name upon the gatepost
at the front of your house,
your mother said I was from the cheap seats
and could only fight my way into strife,
I was from working and you from middle
a class apart and we both knew,
but when our eyes met we were lay among the stars
strange times, you saw what nobody wanted to,
led zep softly enticing a stairway
a plant of pages blooms in memoirs long and dusty,
a plastic skull with a cigarette between its teeth
watching all the commotion from the window sill,
a double tennis court view from your bedroom window
mine was a scenic glance of murky terraced houses,
a radiator that burnt my back as I stared at your face
I had a mist from my mouth as I tried to sleep,
the sheltered utopia of a tree festooned road
we were so different, our lives were poles apart,
we came together like a jumper and train
a car crash of blood dripping pheromones,
your parents looked at me like I’d just fell off their shoe
you looked at me as I was the only person In your world,
but I was just an undesirable from the cheap seats
no matter how I tried they could never like me,
time filters bad recollections through the sugar coated cloth
things that shone a brilliance in teens now dulls to an ache,
what we had is a gone beauty, a piece of a partial memorial
love is so easy to give away when you don’t know its real worth,
sometimes my mind beckons itself back to that happy time of my youth
and sometimes I can dwell awhile and share a dream of uncomplicated love,
when we indulged in each others wonder and lay under and became stars
you from the middle and me from the cheap seats
(2014)
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