The Clash took their title from the BBC's wartime broadcasts to occupied Europe ... the pic, which I took just before going in for a drink wiv me mates, is of one of my fave London pubs ... cheers!
Your eyes your Eyesssss I HOTLY request To be in your eyes To be, to be, to be in your eyes Swish, swish Swirl, swish In the swim, in the swim of this shimfinsome fish My soul request is that you read hear
I liked this... I want to read jmore of your work. The repetition is lyrical and making me think of London... first the swish and swirl of a pint of beer but as your words take us frrom swish, swish, swirl, swish to a shimfinsome fish I think of the Thames...
Desire is hotly featured too.. the eyes have a liquidity too.. and desire then to be in them... and be understood?
overall I loved the lyrical and liquid themes... and thinking of The Clash while reading it...
I agree with Sri, swish swish, I think, though I also know of that Thames drunken walk where the moon shines and finds the whites of eyes and swish swish, she is there from the riverboat, dark black dress, sultry gaze and for a minute she purrs then splish splosh she hears the fish and is gone, her tails wags behind, swish, swish and the moon disappears behind clouds and you cough that cough of cold january air, a hint of reality hits the back of your throat and the sound of the trains rumble over the bridge beckon you home. She laughs as you stagger the steps as she always does or you always do or something like that.
i have gone there .. and read a little .. Still I do not quite understand, your words .. But that is my fault, and none of yours .. I will read again ..
Lovely short poetic lines...I loved that song London Calling and Rock The Casbah...it was a new sound then when I was growing up...loved how your words danced.