28 January 2013

Magpie Tales 153: Crush

Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther via Magpie Tales

Never so jealous of records
'til now, my vinyl rivals lay
on skin, bright, electric
My throat too tight to say

Soundtrack to my puberty
Sweaty hands choke cheap booze
She isn't like the girls used to be
Ravens and swans I dreamt to lose

Holding up the walls, my lip-locked friends
Heart staring, wishing opal eyes on me
Iron-soft hands caress covers, record spins,
I bite back on what will never be

19 comments:

  1. While looking for a decent furniture refubish opportunity at Goodwill, I'm always wandering past the vinyl section. Even if it's all crap. Memories nonetheless.

    Jason
    The Cheeky Daddy

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    1. In that dross, there is some gold, my friend :)

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  2. Oh! Youth is so wasted on the young!

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    1. Most of the time...it probably is, but we never know that until we are (ahem) older ;)

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  3. Catches the mood of the picture perfectly.

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  4. The pleasures of wistfully reliving the past.

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    1. I take it as a good sign that I can do it now and not wince most of the time :)

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  5. Your words are as potent as ever - always give my mind a kick! :)

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  6. We all have soundtracks to puberty, don't we? This is great!!!!

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  7. Soundtrack to my puberty...oh yeah...mine's playing now...

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  8. there is something delicately attractive in this woman that inspires a sort of artistic longing and wry smile. nice post

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  9. That last line closes is this beautiful and whistful poem perfectly Gumbo! :-)

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  10. nicely done Mr Gumbo....thanks for sharing

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    1. My pleasure, kind sir. Thank you for reading!

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  11. Thanks dor the ride across the river and back, ferryman

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Don't suffer your crimes
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