Where are they now?

Where are they now?

a poem by Pete Marshall

Her back was slumped against the wall

of needled art on fresh tattoo

A taste of beer would wet her lips 

as smokes were passed amongst the crew

and velvet tunes would pump the streets

as cans were kicked in DM’d feet

and Lucy laughed and smoked the skunk

as minds would turn in disbelief

but stocking tops and ripped up seams

and high heeled chicks and thigh high dreams

were all a part of teenage scenes

where boys would pain and girls would scream

Heady daze and heady girls

whose makeup wore upon myself

and clubs would buzz off Soho streets

for midnight dates in backroom suites

Debbie stood and laughed aloud

she drew the vibes from passing crowds

who threw her looks of dread and fear

her leather worn and makeup smeared

Jon would watch in silent stream

he liked the times with me and Dean

but never touched the liquid stuff

that rushed our nose and made us laugh

or smoked the stuff that Lucy sank

or drew on lines we paid with thanks

or took the pills and coloured tabs

or threw his life on needled jabs.

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Originally published at One Stop Poetry 27th Nov 2010

This poem was a homage to my youth, way back in 1983, when I used to visit the Batcave, a club in Soho, London and be....a Goth....some great and sad memories...good times and bad....I saw so many things happening around me and although I kept my head clear others suffered for it....and I wonder, Where are they now?

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