BELFAST NEW YORK 72’

 

Etna drive, north Belfast

Was my shell-shock, just

Like your Creedmore

Mental health wealth.

 

When you find yourself

in a hole at the bottom

 of a hole realizing only

blackhole writing can

 save you.

Marguerite Dumas

 

Poe-t Lou Read is my hero -

In a blue mask-Street hassle

My Dirty Boulevard at the foot

Of black cave hills looking

Down but down-is-up, you

Said pale blue eyes.

 

Linger on, streetlights shot out

bullet machine gunfire dancing

at my feet but this my walk

on the wild side.

Brian Smyth

a memorial is etched into my mind.

 

The man who saved my life shot

dead like a rock ‘n’ roll animal.

Trauma rears its ugly head tossed

Over the hedge like going over

And over the top.

 

I’m glad I don’t picture this in

My no mind's eye. I feel like

It was yesterday, I’ll always

Remember his name. 

Lou Read

will always be my Riktar-

scale remembering not to forget.

APHANTASIA