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Homage

Clik The Mouse

Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I could’ve been someone
Well so could anyone ….
Goosebumps for the song – even though it’s played to death
Homage to the paralytic poet, and his whiskey-breath way with words
Utter admiration, for the totally underrated musicians
And a teary-eyed remembrance, for the dueting Kirsty …
It’s a New Year, first night, first footing over
And already I’m reminiscing

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I could’ve been someone
Well so could anyone ….
A raucus chorus
As a choir desires
For sound, stage and simplicity
To mesh forever
And the sweaty, heaving masses
Bray for more

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I could’ve been someone
Well so could anyone ….
A scumbag, looking for the onion bag
At a Theatre of Dreams
In the cinema of sleep
I hug those dreams, tighter than a clawing keeper
In fact, relive them almost nightly
Doesn’t matter, that I’m no longer spritely
FA Cup winning goals
Still loop overnight
Through twin upright poles
And the sweaty, heaving masses
Sing out my name – or perhaps yours, or yours, or ….

© Clik the mouse, 03.01.2006

Notes

Homage to the greatest ever poet.
Ok, a personal opinion.
Homage to dreams that will never die, despite the passing of time and a body incapable.
Homage to stadiums pre all-seater.

All kicked off by a documentary on the making of
A Fairy Tale of New York, by the Pogues and Kirsty McColl

Dedicated to all Pogues fans everywhere, especially an old friend, Pete McHale.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/homage/