Eyewear is very glad to publish online a new poem by our sometime music critic, Lydia Bowden; the poem's youthful amourous theme very much suits the summer as it sort of develops, here, in London, from overcast and muggy to some sun poking through.
Aaron turned me into gold
and Tom made me look tall but
double in height was the other Tom.
Nick wrote the best love letters,
was more of a fling than any real thing
like Daniella and I,
I wonder where she went to,
until I fell for Adam, lasting all
of nine hand-holding, no-kissing
months until it all ended with
a run from a crowded room.
The feelings reappeared for Alice,
so I jumped into the bear arms
of Will, well, that’s the end of that
Liam ignited a fire inside of
my tight fitting vest tops
where video games loomed
in a dark room, like a grave,
so across the street to Nick.
You were the first I ever saw,
take me to the floor, but just one
more computer game of autopilot, please?
I told him I was tired before I next picked
Tristan, older in mind set, younger in face let
me ride your car, like any other new teen
experience, experiment with me.
Things got in the way I said,
On I went to Sean I said, ok fine,
You can have a ride in mine
Any time, goodbye.
Different place, another face
comes Peter, I have a running theme
with the older, wine, fine I’ll
take you back to mine.
Another quick goodbye in the
form of a wide eyed Max.
James was someone that was there,
a couple here a couple there
but we both cared, care.
Sometimes we wait for each other,
maybe one day we’ll pucker
up, one final time.
But until that time, I tossed a dime
and fled, into bed with Thasos.
Chaos mit mayos.
But now I wait for Janey.
And I’ll still be
waiting for her twenty years
down the line,
this line that I’m struggling to climb.
It’s a shame that with time,
there is no exception like mine
to play with, so just play
with me one last time.
poem by Lydia Bowden