dreams from the strawberry city

dreams from the strawberry city

A Poem by amelie mj
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I woke up with the word prozac on my lips.
aaaand i dreamt of london
                              again and the
city was swollen and the lights were red, traffic
clutter and cinnabar bus shelter red
i
         thought i heard a train
                                     smashing but it was only
                                                 newspapers soaking up
the nocturnal tempo of some underground night club
some state of the art sound system, oh so modern oh so
                                let's pretend
to be an orchestra, hang cables from plastic pronounces,
                              and they can be the
v i o l i n s t rings 
wrap them around my ankles like cellophane garlands, they'll
protect me from the sequinned miasma of drunken serenade
songs of
searing disco beams that splinter cans of beer into streams
into eyes of some video-game fairground structure so i'll stride
d
 o
  w
    n
    town and wear the city like a cloak, plait my hair with sky
scrapers and paint extracted house plants on my
wrists.
sterilised vehicles to burn me a path, but before i can
follow, the train has arrived, tick tick ticking and
i.
wake.
        up.

© 2015 amelie mj


Author's Note

amelie mj
messin around w/ formatting :)

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Amelie,

First off, let me say I am old, so experimental poetry tends to turn me off. This is a personal thing with me, so it probably doesn't mean much to you. I wanted to let you know, anyway. (It may deflect some of your readers)

Your title hooked me in, so I suffered to read through it. (Again, it's a thing with me)

The content of the poem felt really cool. It made me think of the underground music scene you could find in the 1980's. Techno, neon strobing to the thump, thump, thump. The pace of this piece sped up as I read. I could almost smell the sweat and the spilled beer. (I inserted clouds of Marlboro Red smoke, because it just was there back in the day) The crazy was on the fringes, too. I quite liked this. The formatting of down in downtown was a neat touch (I grudgingly acquiesce this piece of the experiment to you.)

The ending was a gentle surprise and tied it to the title nicely. This was fun to read. Thank you for sharing! Angi~


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Tags: london, city, dream, town, downtown, uk, england, techno, strawberry, nightclub

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amelie mj
amelie mj

city o' yr heart, United Kingdom



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hi i'm amelie and a lot of the time i do nothing but sometimes i sing and i like to pretend i'm a writer. hot chocolate enthusiast & recovering nutella addict// word nerd w. no remote interest in punc.. more..

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