�You Can Take The Boy Out Of��

A Poem by Steven Pottle

Please don’t worry about me
As I’ve been here many times before
It may appear painful now
I’ll manage somehow
Being lost has become the man that I am
I think that there are sentences that still need finishing
But I’m on the other side of this city
You’re happy somewhere, so are you drunk or are you still drinking?
And when you hear sirens scream through these streets, do you think of me?

Later the beats get slower
The volume is lowered
Stepping over crushed plastic cups
The sudden lights expose sweaty armpits
With badly applied make-up
And I’m on the other side of the dance floor, wet and looking a mess
I don’t want to scare anyone anymore
Luckily no one notices what hangs in the corners
But when you hear an argument break out behind you, does it remind you of me?

These limbs are fragile and tired
I tried to walk for a while
When my back gives in to a spine paper thin
So I scream through these streets, breaking out into random violence…
And someone had to call the police
I can’t believe a riot van turned up
I was carried away in bloody handcuffs
And when the News begins with “This just in”, does it make you think of me?…

Do you still think of me?

© 2008 Steven Pottle

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Gary H

I know. I spent a week in Norwich. Hardly stepped from my hotel room although seem to remember going to the cinema one afternoon. But I think this is like everywhere now. Certainly I remember in my youth walking six miles through London dressed in my chefs gear. Hey, I'm still here writing this now.....But that's something I'd never repeat.

Times have changed. I haven't. But, I know I have been in the poem once upon a time.

Posted 17 Years Ago

Last Lying Look

I like this.
Great wording and everything.
I could feel the chaos. 0
My favorite line was: "And when you hear sirens scream through these streets, do you think of me?"