MUSIC SERIES – Under the Wheel

This poem was inspired by Time by Pink Floyd! Let me know if there are any songs you’d like me to write about.

 

Under the Wheel

 

When my skin began to shrivel

I knew Fortune’s spinning wheel

had snared me in its crooked spokes

and sentenced me to my last years.

 

The somber day came when I slipped;

the strength I’d used to climb her rungs

was at last sapped from my muscles

and she rolled o’er my shrunken form.

——

 

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MUSIC SERIES – The Smoke Shop

This poem was inspired by Have a Cigar by Pink Floyd. Let me know if there’s any songs you think I should write about!

 

The Smoke Shop

 

Built in the mid-seventies by locals,

the cigar shop, which was then run by Floyd,

has been seedy since it changed ownership

and began stocking slimmer cigarettes.

 

Seduced by the cheap, efficient menthols,

the racks of rolling paper were replaced

by these individual plastic packs

of factory cut tobacco product.

 

No more do we see their lumpy cigars,

passed between the loving hands of groupies,

nor taste that first lyrical inhale

that wove a shadowed lore into the smoke.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Bricklayer

I thought I’d change up Mondays for a while with poetry inspired by music. Today’s was inspired by Another Brick in the Wall, pt. 2 by Pink Floyd. Let me know what song you’d like to hear about in the comments!

 

The Bricklayer

 

I laid every dusty, red brick

of that mortar riddled school wall

like it was just another job

for my denim jeans and work boots.

 

I never asked why they hired

a prison building company

to construct their grim barricade

or why they wanted barbed wire

 

until I saw a boy staring

through the window of his classroom

at what used to be clear blue skies,

and turned back to his science class.

——

 

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