RICH KID BLUES by TERRY REID. Poem by Sukie Shinn

Hertfordshire, England. 1971

Young teen, super keen
Stands apart
A lonely heart
A different child
A little wild
Hidden. Meek
Sets out to seek
A pink angora dress

Lying
Planning
Schoolwork cramming
Bus caught
Feels like naught
Excitement rises
Big surprises
In a pink angora dress
Friends meet
Secret street
Anticipation. Adulation.
Girls boys
Vibrant noise
Girls men?
Not quite Zen
Finding tribe
Cool vibe
Brave sky
No asking why
In a pink angora dress

Carefree greeting
Minds meeting
Acid dropped
Thoughts popped
Throat tight
Day night
Vision twisted
Brain enlisted
Music soaring
Emotion pouring
In a pink angora dress

Moist tongue
Too young
Stroked, poked
A token grin
Laughter
Daughter?
Keep it in
Giggles win
Drink some gin
Pulse pumps
Goose bumps
In a pink angora dress

Long hair
Wild stare
Pupils grown
Mind blown
Nothing said
A thought-filled head
Rich Kid Blues and
Hiding shoes
Hands held
Bodies meld
Light touch
Hand to crotch
Itchy beard
Feels weird
Dark face
In her space
Smells of beer
No more fear
In that pink angora dress
Breaking dawn
Drug filled yawn
Stretched arm
Tiger balm
Patchouli scent
Tired, spent
First trip
Feeling hip
Little knowing
Seeds sowing
Growing older
She’ll get bolder
Without that little dress

Years pass
Nothings lasts
Marriage kids
Saucepan lids
Worlds shrink
Systems stink
Much less keen
Becoming mean?
Somewhat jaded
Looks have faded
His time ended
But worlds transcended
Where memories bold
Are never old
In a pink angora dress

Stereo Story #710