Wednesday, March 16, 2016

dead dreams to memory

A shaking dream like a simile, fell away
against daylight realities. Sober gray
strangled fuchsia energy; while
pragmatic concerns murdered serendipity.

Youthful chartreuse memories,
of excitation resplendent in early 90s’ green.

Sidewalks, asphault, and chalk assault,
Smoking dandelions, nunchaku hidden away.

Fistfights and small lives,
Impossible the bad guys.

Rude dogs
nostalgic and misunderstood,
Strip malls
with Arcades awaiting birthdays.

Cigarettes hid in air vents.
Softness choked away.

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