so many dreams
go up in smoke
your house is drenched
with teardrops, tattooed
more candy-striped bags
zippers broken, Converse runners
the Memphis Grizzlies poster
ripped off the wallpaper
was the balif knocking
blue tac smudged in the corners
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I don't remember much of my childhood
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random images:
high ceilings
glass bottles of Fanta
in a wooden crate
The Pink Pussycat club
a purple shirt (100% synthetic)
the boarding house
halfway down
Dominion Road
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who threw that fun fact in
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so many poems
populated
with crocodiles
winter doldrums
a second glimpse
of a vagrant pineapple
it lands with a thud
so many dreams
many old memories include smudged blue tac and soft drink in wooden crates...
ReplyDeleteI like this very much. The progress of memories - not so random after all ;)
ReplyDeleteOh i love that 'thud'! That memory thing, if only we could tap what sets it to.
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