Seventies Recall

Dangling legs over the Bloor Viaduct

Where all the hurters jump

We just sit, looking down, feeling the almost dead thrill

Of the drop

Cars whipping their frosty breeze behind

Zooms approach and fade

Honking horn threats

Of cops on your heels

They lose the desire when they get to the other side

Ridiculing drivers with our middle fingers

Taking rebellion as high as it could go

Laughing when the looked up

Pissing ourselves when they flipped us back

Upping the ante

Behaving badly

Shit disturbers in jean jackets and Adidas

All day I dream about…

Snow ball pummeling the TTC

Sneaking on the bus as the back

Empty pocket riders back to the burbs

And Kelly’s house

Hiding the bag of homegrown

So Kelly’s mum won’t find

Watching her from the hall

Freak out

Where the fucks my stuff!

Door dashing out the back

Laughing our guts out

Just making it up the street in time

To see her brother announce himself

Led dead zed head

Chevy Nova God in black

Our double aspiration on the verge of punk

Hopping in it’s warm and loud

Black dog pounding Page

Coursing through your body

Struttin’ back and forth

From your sex to the top of  your head

Feeling outside it all

And in common

Swimming in the power spike emotion

Eventual ejection at the top of Yonge Street

Brother and  Page bark their  way further down strip

He’s got a job

A real goer

Head shop clerk pot head

Trailing exhaust in January cold

We skate on ice me and Kelly

Through our anguished youth

To the corner with the warm grate

And the cold bad kids we like

And are

Sometimes…





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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

3 thoughts on “Seventies Recall”

    1. LOL Jessie, you have no idea…we were just unhappy stupid kids with too much opportunity to act out. I more or less kept my nose clean, well, clean for my neighborhood anyway. I’m still here, and that is saying something coming from my childhood. I know many of my friends never made it to their thirties. 😦

      1. yeah, i don’t know many people from where i grew up anymore and i can’t really connect with a lot of them that were my good friends when we were young because me getting out just meant i went down a very, very different path!

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