Tuesday, November 15, 2022

We Remember


our thoughts from years ago sit in wheelchairs

waiting to be pushed to assisted living so the

workers can toss them in the trash along with

our young people's clothes that the salvation

army refused to accept...   we are preoccupied

with precautions to extend our life and strip

ourselves of the fabrics that used to be our

personalities...  we dip our wicks into the wax

of illusions and fantasies that creatively sat

inside our imaginations like the six shooter

in a cowboy holster...  wearing the bandanas

around our faces when we pretended to rob

banks and they pretended to put us in jail...

a generation lost in its own foolish past as if

its recreation would somehow justigy our

pitiful existence...   we have syncopated

dreams matching the music we loved and

the lyrics that said so much about the way we

felt when we could not express it ourselves...

we pay merchants of death our inheritance

to postpone the inevitability of it all, just

so we can remember one more day and

pretend that everything will be ok for 

everyone when we accept passing away.


9 November 2022

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