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The people dissapper like an icecube on a red summer day
The women, best friends, family
Say the word they werent hoping for
Sit when you were supposed to stand
Hug when you were supposed to kiss
Kiss when you were supposed to fuck;
like ravaging animals on the grass
The People dissappear like an icecube on a red summer day
To feel euphoria you must make someone feel grief
If only to be young again; I often
Find myself repeating, in the dark
With the door closed:
Dear child,
I say as a reminder to who I am now:
You too have cried
Your broken lego blocks,
replaced with
Broken clocks
I AM GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK
THE FUCKING SNOOZE BUTTON
We yell in unison, at 8:47 am as we
Dress in uniform for a job we hate
Dear child,
I say as a reminder to who I am now:
You too have shed many tears
But broken model rockets
Replaced with
malfunctioning
Electrical sockets
Anguish over a busted, unpitchable camp tent
Replaced by the pressure to pay off stiff rent
Where is the hand that holds you?
The People dissappear like an icecube on a red summer day
Dear child,
I say as a reminder to who I am now:
You too have sobbed for hours on end
Ballgames at recess
Replaced with
The need to impress
Bus ride fart jokes
Replaced with
a broken heart that chokes
Who is there to console you?
As we grow older
We don't know anymore then
Than we do now,
yet we pretend
We just learn different, meaningless tasks
We don't change, only circumstances
And appearances, turn obligatory and false
Crying for our mother
Turns to crying for our lover
Bullied in the classroom, strike three!
You're out!
Bullied by your boss, strike three!
You're fired!
The lonliness spills through our soul like a leaking pipe
Never fixed, but
if we are lucky,
there is a bucket catching the drips,
the salt water debris
A hug for me at best,
Intimacy it seems for the rest.
Where have I gone wrong?
The People dissappear like an icecube on a red summer day
Oh, Bukowski:
"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire"
What if we are pushed in,
face first,
Surrounded by laughter
The dissappearance of the future
We once confidently saught after
Then what matters most, Buk?
The People dissappear like an icecube on a red summer day
And I am melting.
Imprint
Publication Date: 07-07-2014
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
For those melting
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