Cheep Day Return.

Cheep Day Return.

A Poem by Chad Wesley Allbrett
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Just a descriptive bit about a place I would have loved to been. London when I lived there in 97' was fun and lovely, but 67', my, my I missed it!

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Colors, lots of them, who knows where the time goes?

I'm standing in Piccadilly, it is a rainy autumn, October 1967.

My pants are purple corduroys, I have back shoes, that

could be worn with a suit.

My paisley shirt is tucked into my belted trousers

I were a long scarf, tied at the neck and it

goes all the way to my belt, and further,

my belt buckle is round, and looks like middle earth.

My leather jacket is short and goes to my waist,

Black cabs rush by in speeding haste.

Old men in flat caps walk by as fast as

their legs can shuffle them,

I see a bunch of West Indians in sharp, smart suits.

Everybody in their own world, extended into

this wet London street.

She has a plastic umbrella, and her fur coat and raised arms,

are holding it over the both of us.

My hair is longish, Pepper length,

Not as long as it would be by 71'.

Red lights glow though rain smeared little

water drops on windows.

Stoned.

Oh my good lord, very.

She always carries a book of Shelly.

And in the strange hour, she likes to read it.

The pitter pat drizzle drops on her umbrella.

She's got long boots,

and a mini. Her hair gets longer by the day.

She's hard put to not take the

original view.

She shivers,

but later, as we dance like dirvishes, to the

Pink Floyd, (they were "THE") in those days,

she's going to be hot, and me,

I'm going to be wishing there was a yank soul band

in town tonight, probably was

but not looking very hard, I went to the U.F.O.

I quite like the Floyd, and of course the Beatles,

But I prefer Otis Redding.

What a strange combination

today, couple pints, hash, and then speed.

© 2008 Chad Wesley Allbrett


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I only dreamed of those things in '67, somehow dressed in a military uniform, yet maintaining aliance with and belief in the world of youth. Thanks for giving me a peek at what I missed.

Posted 14 Years Ago


i love the foreshadowing, especially the bit about the girl's hair :-D
- I want to be her - lol

forMARZly yours

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Chad Wesley Allbrett
Chad Wesley Allbrett

Orofino ID./ Walla Walla Wash., ID



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