She dressed blackly

And took a fancy to the underside of river crossings
And southern-facing balconies
And she sung songs in slow motion
Lyrics from the Eighties
To Seattle-rock melodies
And sometimes stuff like, you know
Eagle Eye Cherry to Bob Marley
And of course, the obligatory
Tomorrow, Wendy

She freaks, she pauses
Mr. Eyebrow-Ring-Bandana-On-Wrist
Sings some sort of Save Tonight
What did she just write?
She didn’t write a thing
And nervously twists
Her (dual concentric)?
Stainless steel ring

I used to be a little girl
Smiles irony, she hopes
It’s a tough gig tonight
And she’s stretched for definition
But full of ammunition
Did she mean ambition?
Yet, pulling on a tartan skirt
And wondering if they’ve realised
That she’s wandered down to the riverside
And kind of, dematerialised

January 2009 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on April 5, 2009.

4 Responses to “She dressed blackly”

  1. im feelin’ this drop …
    Props to you sir .

  2. Very nice. Loved the last part, especially the “full of ammunition” bit. If you keep writing, I’ll keep reading.

  3. I like the casual tone. It’s both conversational and musical.

  4. Thanks for your replies, they are very encouraging. @ madlove78, I shall keep writing…

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