Levi Tags And Fringes Poem by Jerry Pike

Levi Tags And Fringes

Chill upon the hillside, where the fair was built
Crombies for the evening, buttoned to the hilt
Harringtons from Milletts, lined in plaid and hope
Alleys in the making, where the skint can cope,

Duck and dive amusements, staring through the glass,
mocking all the adults, screwing for a laugh,
blakies on your leather soles, tell the world you’re here,
pulling hard on Number Six and threatening a beer.

Hitch those strides an inch up, demonstrate the walk,
fringe and tassel loafers, oxblood does the talk,
waiting for the ska tunes, stroll around the rides
smiling at tomorrow’s, bouncing baby brides.

Choppy fairground organ, Tighten Up volume two
John Jones’ reggaes in-between, sideshows, life and you
smoothies in the rough now, tempting fate’s delight,
being who the book said, maybe for a night.

Levi tags and fringes, Brutus checks and Ben,
two tone tonic glistenings, Sta prest for the men.
Boys amid their growing, braces for the brave
DMs in abundance in case you misbehave.

Strangers on our square foot, prop the bumper roof,
wearing, neither right strides, nor the smile of truth.
Hang around we’ll have you, Oi! you screwing me?
Sudden rushing violence, lights the evening spree.

Local booted skinheads, football scarves as ties,
badges set as sequins, echo from the cries.
Running to the low ground, madman on your tail,
standing on the lecky lines, never made him wail.
Chased to scalp your tassels, cut the Levi tag,
souvenirs of aggro, from a night times blag.