Fugitive Fragments

by Mike McGuire

Crossroads

there is no truth at seventeen
seen needles and the damage done
seen fire seen rain seen cocaine brain
seen wounded veins and straight white lanes
snowblinded Sister Morpine’s pain
sent bad moon nigh on eight miles high
while Lucy’s diamonds lit the sky
and smoked the water’s purple haze
another sun goes down on me
I fight through those white satin nights
cry help – what kind of fool am I?
a clown with tears, gravedancer fears
I carry my load in remorse code
and seventeen feels old-song old

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41 thoughts on “Crossroads

  1. The contrast between wide-eyed innocence and heavy-lidded euphoria is showcased shockingly well in your fourteen-lined grace. Amazing.

  2. Powerful from beginning to end.

  3. So many clever lines. You have given edgy angst a new elegance. Beatles and astonishing puns and alliterations and rhymes!

    • You will already know Iris that certain themes can put us in a groove where the pen just runs away and we merely follow. I thank you very much for this appraisal and support.

  4. Sad and beautiful at the same time.

    A poetically masterful description of the tragedy and loss that is an addict’s life.

    • Thanks DVH, there was a relative innocence about drugs back then that contrasts with the scene today – it was about music, sex and fun, not chemically synthesised poison.

  5. I was bobbing my head up and down as I read…
    It’s reads nicely.
    And the images… Superb!
    Sweet and sad at the same time. Great message.

    • Thank you for these lovely animated words LT – you’ve also zeroed in on the high emotional contrast that I was trying to achieve with this piece. I appreciate your taking the time to read, reflect and respond – Mike

  6. Humming…
    I love the line “I carry my load in remorse code”.
    Fun alliterations in quasi-tonguetwisters!
    Great piece Mike.

  7. Oh, this is soooo good, Mike; very clever use of your lines with a powerful under current. Great writing!

    • What’s powerful Angela is the extent of your appreciation for this little piece – it’s words like these that put me in the mood to pick up the pen and go at it again. I thank you.

  8. A blast to the past… ah, 17. I like the way you combine what at first glance are random images with the sorrows of the heart. So unique!

  9. markrenney2 on said:

    So bleak, but casualties are still happening. Very thought provoking.

  10. Very touching, made me nostalgic. That age has its own magic even in melancholy.

  11. Mutual satisfaction I assure you ;)

  12. this makes me want to go there and see and smoke and cry and love and feel and live…even if in a song

    hey, you’re one of my FAVOURITE poets, you know…

  13. The only difference between laughter and tears is fear. Without fear both have gratefulness and can bring great joy,

  14. Mike,

    This is such a raw poem…I found those images of sorrows and excesses truly powerful. Very well written as per usual.

    Best wishes, Aquileana ;)

  15. Brilliant! For us old codgers, a ‘trip’ down memory lane. I agree with brennalayne, that old-song old is a great phrase.

  16. Well, that one’s got my mental jukebox playing!

  17. Wow! That is a very good piece!

  18. I love “old-song old.” Beautiful and true.

  19. bloody hell, this takes me back :)
    great stuff

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