Impressions
pigeons walk along the sand with
bobbing heads as they search for
crumbs getting fat off the laziness
of tourists, crapping on shoulders
as they fly by on their way home;
white skinned bodies juxtaposed
against blacks side-by-side as if
color make as much difference as
politicians claim they have achieved
unless it is spending your money...
who are you plays in both ears as
stereophonic sounds penetrate my
head, vibrating the unconscious
memories buried with my ageless
youth that stands guard over the
mental illness of remembering...
a world of thoughtless abandon
never seems to awake from its
afternoon nap as life and time
move forward on a never ending
course of action in front of me.
23Aug21
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