(SR) BOHEMIA

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BOHEMIA

I remember a night in brixton when you were the best band in the world and me and james who were in the crowd of 23 just turned and looked at each other just like when we saw the pixies at the academy and said nothing but just grinned with a smugness of those who just knew they were there at the birth of the Beatles
Stephen Rocke

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I’ve a personal squat perch’d on lolloping Dorothy Road
But first thing’d first, need a section six in the window,
Alright, there might be no gas, water, nor electricity,

But half-a-million grand’s worth of Victoriana
Can’t be sniffed at… as for poetry & the internet,
Battersea library’s just there at the top of the street.

Transported my Oasis shop bed in pieces on the buses
Open fire fuell’d by plentiful wood from the skips
A calor gas for food, shower radio for Classic FM.

Clapham is proper up & coming;on Tuesday nights
The theaters are ‘pay-what-you-can’ = a quid
Plus Britain’s largest sports screen down the Old Grand

I shave in Tesco for a strut about the city,
A poet’s night out, those random & aimless
Saunters thro’ nightlife which always roll sweet.

I found myself at the Queen Elizabeth Hall,
Bert Jansch’s 60th, Jonny Marr, Bernard Butler
Guitaring so haunting like chauntings half-spoken

Astounding applause as I board the night bus home
To spin a brand new silver key, enter rent free
Repasting in my castle for the first time!

* The Latchmere Theatre & Battersea Arts Centre

Postscript:

Chris: I remember doing pills at your gaff in the dark
Damo: What – in clapham?
Chris: Yeah
Damo: Did we play indoor hockey downstairs
Chris: A bit – think you had just opened the place – me, you and some Ketamine Karen
Damo: sounds about right


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