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The Cavern for Andrew


A rush,
a joining, carried down
down
perfume,sweat, adrenalin
snakes the spiral queue

Hard hitting heat bursts at innocence denied,
Handing through a coat, a scarf,
a whatever, to clutch a ticket
and a hope
Oh, the hopes, the hopes

Dripping ceiling coats
the heads
already drenched down
and through, cotton, linen, nylon.

Pineless sauna’s hundred drums,
a thousand bass guitars
discharging Krakatoa through hearts,
lungs, liver, bladder
None escape, none remain
But the thud, thud, groin pounding bass.

Collapse to leathered bench,
sweat soaked wall,
coke in hand,
ears in sweet pain
Lowly vaults cocoon burgeoning joys,
Young men and girls
and lovelorn boys.

Ouch! I'm glad I wasn't there! Very well portrayed, Byron.

Hullo Byron,

I'm so glad you've given us a bit more insight into those days (well before my time, of course). Well done.

Pip pip,
Linda.

Oh, Fljots!

You would have killed two close friends to be there!! Really. Maybe four even. I'm sure these nights were nights to remember. Look! Byron remembered one!

Linda.

Byron,

Very well done. Your images help me picture the venue well.

Joe

linda_lakeside wrote:Oh, Fljots!

You would have killed two close friends to be there!! Really. Maybe four even. I'm sure these nights were nights to remember. Look! Byron remembered one!

Linda.

Maybe - to get OUT! I really hate loud, throbbing music.

But I think he conveyed the scene, the atmosphere, very well. Which is why I said 'ouch!'

Fljots may have just hit on the 'appropriate' word for all entrants and participants in the Cavern nights.

Dear Byron,
If ( and I hope) I am the "Andrew" in the title, then I don't deserve it.
But I'll tell you something: this is a poem which had to be written , and you crafted it with passion. Joe Way mentioned " your images help me picture the venue well".
I'll tell you something else:neither Joe or I could bottle that time.
You did.

Andrew.

P.S. I'm SO glad you wrote it!!!!

Whoops!

The line should have read "neither Joe nor I......."

Byron's poem is as raw as the location...that's it's strength.

Andrew.