"siouxsie" poems
My 80s Days
When Jimmy was a kid in the early 80s, he used to take the **** out of glue sniffers. Hey you, you ******* They used to chase him and his mate. Running in zig zags, never catching us.
Back further, the old stone house opposite Locking Gate Rise at Waterhead. We smashed the stones out of the walls. On the day it collapsed, I wasn't there. Wasn't me! I was watching Grizzly Adams. We heard the roar as it fell. My mum saw the dust cloud go past our window.
Soon after, new houses were built. I used chalk to write on the wall: Glen is gay! This lad wanted to beat me up but never caught me. He threw a big white pebble at me. It missed.
Years later, I remember the alternative girls. One had a house with Siouxsie posters on the walls. She looked the same. Stunning. Another gal ran barefoot. With blond hair, she played New Model Army over the CB. What did she do with the rest of her life?
The 80s. I remember.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
Clouds roll by overhead
Like giant rays coast a dried up ocean bed
Dancing winds blow a parody
Of swirling currents in a long forgotten sea
Shimmer glimmer shimmer on me
Oh the sparkling souls of dreaming children call
Shimmer glimmer shimmer on me
Oh in streets that shine like silver waterfalls
In your eyes in the skies
In the blood burning Indian sunrise
Shimmer on me
We were here long ago
And now we roam like ghostly buffalo
First two lies then two tears
Subtle curves, now glistening souvenirs
Shimmer glimmer shimmer on me
Oh the sparkling souls of dreaming children call
Shimmer glimmer shimmer on me
Oh in streets that shine like silver waterfalls
In your eyes in the skies
In the blood burning Indian sunrise
In sleep we grow
In your eyes in the skies
In the blood burning Indian sunrise
Awake and glow
Shivering in silver waterfalls
Anoint me in silver waterfalls
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Silver Waterfalls Lyrics
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
I’m listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees
The song “Happy House” repeatedly
I’m laughing at the irony
The projections of a prefect family
Blonde hair, smiles and sunshine everywhere
Everybody’s thin and everyone cares
But sadly, that’s not our reality
That’s just something we see on the TV screens
What we have is husband’s beating wives
Children on the street dying from a high
Angels losing their faith because of ****
And body size is always on the mind
But like Siouxsie says it’s safe & calm if you sing along
“This is a happy house, we’re happy here in the happy house
To forget ourselves and pretend all’s well
There is no hell.”
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC
Minutes of pregnancy
Siouxsie can't placate me
I'm wandering in the darkness...
in the underbelly of life
scared of my own body,
now I understand the strife...the fear inside
I didn't fear it
but it is here!
I could laugh at it
until I see it coming straight at me...
and nothing is fun anymore
"I'll be the pregnant punk girl at class,
Another brick in my strange life.
I'll be worrying until I see what's up"
Minutes of pregnancy,
minutes in hell.
It was the darkest shade,
that I would be a mother,
so much shame over me,
the little girl that got eaten by the wolves and her worms,
the worms of her cobwebs, long, long cobwebs.
I know I am a hysterical child,
moved only by my own terrors.
What will I do? I ask, worried, to anyone who wants to hear me.
Will you be with me?
Will you hold my hand?
Or leave me there to bleed?
Is mom right about this?
My most feared performance...
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC