"A loaded gun won't set you free." -Joy Division
Saturday night at the Tramshed:
Peter Hook and his band play Joy Division
and I feel like a young man again
remembering all the dark classics
from albums such as Unknown Pleasures.
I am not alone it is safe to say
many of the crowd have hair painted grey.
I close my eyes and imagine
the tragic Ian Curtis on stage
as the bass blasts another hypnotic tune,
sad lyrics from a troubled soul.
I recall dancing to Love will tear us apart
in a different world so long before
imagining Ian Curtis...once more.
29/4/2023 05:21:51 am
Music of yesteryear will always tug at the heartstrings.
9/5/2023 09:01:59 am
I love this poem. Not only because I can relate, but for gems like the crowd with “hair painted grey.”
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This is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most.