One Sunday
in the 1950s
your old man
took you
to London’s West End
it was summer
and the evenings light
and the streets busy
and crowded
and he took you
to amusement arcades
and cafes for refreshments
and ice creams
and you saw the actress
Billie Whitelaw pass
along a street
with two guys in suits
and she gazed at you
and you knew
who she was
and she looked at you
knowing you
had recognised her
you a young kid
in short trousers
and Brylcreemed hair
and she kind of blushed
and looked away
and you followed her
as she went off
behind you
and your old man said
who was that?
you told him
and he gazed back
probably taking in
her ***
her sway
but you thought
of the Monroe lady
in the film you saw
with those lovely eyes
and red lips
and later
next day
at school
when you told Helen
who you’d seen
her eyes lit up
behind her
thick lens spectacles
and she looked
kind of jealous
of some other
female attention
you’d seen
so you said
of course I paid her
no mind I only
thought of you
wishing you
were there
with my old man
and me
licking ice creams
and boozing back
the coke or lemonade
and she smiled
and her eyes
fell on you
with her jealous demon
laid.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
One Sunday
in the 1950s
your old man
took you
to London’s West End
it was summer
and the evenings light
and the streets busy
and crowded
and he took you
to amusement arcades
and cafes for refreshments
and ice creams
and you saw the actress
Billie Whitelaw pass
along a street
with two guys in suits
and she gazed at you
and you knew
who she was
and she looked at you
knowing you
had recognised her
you a young kid
in short trousers
and Brylcreemed hair
and she kind of blushed
and looked away
and you followed her
as she went off
behind you
and your old man said
who was that?
you told him
and he gazed back
probably taking in
her ***
her sway
but you thought
of the Monroe lady
in the film you saw
with those lovely eyes
and red lips
and later
next day
at school
when you told Helen
who you’d seen
her eyes lit up
behind her
thick lens spectacles
and she looked
kind of jealous
of some other
female attention
you’d seen
so you said
of course I paid her
no mind I only
thought of you
wishing you
were there
with my old man
and me
licking ice creams
and boozing back
the coke or lemonade
and she smiled
and her eyes
fell on you
with her jealous demon
laid.
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