Debbie Harry -shut your mouth.

By celticman

Fri, 03 Oct 2014
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Blondie Denis Denis.

Desire of the head.

Desire of the heart.

What I wish.

What I want.

Body hell, testing place.

Let’s start.

Love -fuck forever.

Fulfilment, know the score.

Happiness, the teen dream.

Debbie Harry heaven - or more?

Wipe yourself clean.

Sexual rejection and hear-ache.

Chuntering on with chores.

You listening to mum and da’s mores?

Learn your limits.

Take yourself in hand, old son.

Upheaval and down time.

Lost and alone.

Sex. Sex. Sex.

What did you expect?

 

 

Certificate 12
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

Is this in the style of a Blondie song? Forgive me for being so musically challenged.

 

Submitted by celticman on

Nah, just trying to remember that Denis, Denis moment Vera. A rant or a chant. 

 

Submitted by MS on

Interesting poem Celticman, is this a note to teenage self that no matter the cost of heartbreak, knocking one out to Debbie Harry is always free?.... or I might have just taken this poem completely the wrong way.  

 

Submitted by celticman on

yep. notes to that unattainable longing...and all that! thanks for reading.