The Day Micky Fitz Died by Paul Tristram

The day Micky Fitz died,
leaving this world ‘Out In The Cold’
he took a large chunk
of my adolescence with him.
No doubt, off to ‘Smash The Discos’
up in that Big Bar In The Sky.
I remember the teenage, Welsh back lanes
being full to bursting
with his Sarf London accent
reflected and imitated
in the young spikey-haired
and shaven-headed voices around me.
“Today’s Youth Stand Together,
In Your Combat Or Your Leather!”
There’s a natural energy
and justified anger captured perfectly
in every ‘The Business’ record.
The sound of Punk Rock Rebellion
with Street-Smart Common-Sense.
I think of those days fondly
and truly miss them,
though they were as hard as
Saturday night knuckles
and economically
some of the poorest times I’ve known.
But, they could never take away
our pride, music and passion
or stop the ‘Saturday’s Heroes’
all over Great Britain
from fighting ‘The Real Enemy!’

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/