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Kick Over The Statues

Zig Zag, September, 1984 lists the skinhead zine Stand Up and Spit and Swift Nicks’s New Youth.

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Boarded Up

From Stepney Words II, 1971.

Boarded Up

Just down the road
Is a boarded up shop,
I don’t know how long,
It was like that when we moved here.
Skinheads have kicked some planks in,
Leaving holes for the rats to creep in at night.
It was owned by Mr. Sternberg,
And he used to give Green Shield stamps,
The notice is still there,
The shop is number 46,
I wonder how it’s still there?
I wonder what Mr. Sternberg looked like?
I wonder? I wonder?

Cheryl Tovey

No Pop No Style

No Pop No Style

Through her teeth, she whistled.
In the alley up Cazenove Road
she lifted her skirt, pulled down
blue, white trimmed, knickers
and let it all go. Between her legs
gold, the hopes and dreams
neither of us would ever cash,
ran away into the midnight.
None too gentle, the fine spray
caught the sheen of her brogue.
She whistled ‘Uptown Top Ranking’.
Through her teeth, she whistled.

Tim Wells

Tom Boggins

Tom Boggins writes a lot of poetry about Clondalkin and has written a book about his story growing up with trauma and addiction. This poem captures what it was like growing up working class in Clondalkin and bonding with gangs especially having parents unavailable because of dysfunction. These days he’s in New Zealand and working as a therapist and addiction counselling, especially with Maori and Meth addiction. He says that Maori culture very similar to lrish.

A Teenager in Dublin

1970s in,
A bottle of ‘Amicardo’ red,
Stuffed well down the jacket
Auld ‘Smith the Dealer
Makes his money –
By the corner shop
Hiding on the Guards,
Fear of been searched;
Confiscate the illicit booze.
Up the fields,
The lads
Round the bonfire
Singing merrily
Stociously drunk –
The big man,
A winters night,
Monkey hat,
Woollen gloves
Man Utd. Scarf,
Denims and Doc Martens,
Smoke in the mouth,
One of the lads
Hangin ‘around,
Was all that mattered?
Hierarchy within;
70s Dublin,
70s Ireland,
Skinheads and suedeheads,
Crew cuts, bovver boys, teddy boys,
Was all the go,
Wranglers,
Brogues,
Tank-tops,
Red shirts,
Black shirts
Pin-striped suits.
Short jackets,
Long jackets,
Bomber jackets,
Tattoos,
Knives,
Hatchets
Side-burns,
Elvis haircuts,
Hush Puppies,
Sprats,
Parallels,
Crombie coats,
There were dances,
And discos,
Drinkin ‘an’ fightin, ‘
Chasing the birds,
Sleeping out,
Sleeping rough,
No job,
No home,
Hiding from –
Th ‘aul’ fella ‘
Nothing mattered,
One of the lads
One day in the 80s,
I looked around:
How I got here?
A passage of time,
An Era gone by
I had survived.

Tom Boggins

Wreck A Buddy

Wreck A Buddy

The green gold tonik reached mid thigh,
her legs went far further.
Nurse’s shoe, she’ll take care of you
or your going ‘ome in a fuckin’ ambulance.
The jacket sported a ticket pocket
for every heart she’d toyed.
At her breast a pocket square,
pinned and red as my beating heart.
Rolling her shoulders to reggae
she was all a shimmer and I a mess.
The cut alone sang different class.
The light fell through the pub window
caught the curve of her fundament
and the sun shone from her arse.

Tim Wells

You I Love And Not Another

You I Love and Not Another

In sleep
she balled her fists,
Her railing
never stopped.
One time
she cupped my ‘nads
so tight
I had to wake her up
to let them go.
That very morning
she’d lobbed
bottles at the Chelsea.
They arced over
the traffic
on Pentonville Road.
Her love
was like that.
A hundred
sharp edges
that made a deep
and wondrous whole.
Levi jacket,
sleeves folded twice.
Mars bars
on her knuckles
stood predominant.
Badge on the pocket
read ‘Where
Have All the Bootboys
Gone?’
“Not even the dog
that piss
against the wall of Babylon
shall escape this judgment.”

Tim Wells

The Babylon quote is from the 1978 film Rockers.