Souvenir
EvilToasterElf
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Pulled this one out of the teen angst vault...
Amber beams invade my thoughts
Through the bullet holes of sleepless hours
In candlelit corners
the silhouettes play King Lear
with a shade of sanity
Until idle darkness erodes through the
slits of the dusty window blinds
And the barnacles of crusty morning return
to feast on the hulls of alarm clocks and snooze buttons
Manned by skeleton crews of lost poker hands
Raising mirrored sails of shadowy stubble
Swabbing the cannons for another pass
which pounds the door until it vibrates
like the desert heat
distorting the air above empty blacktop,
its hissing changes pitch and the knocking
which hammered through my stupor shouted
“Get up now, I’m not driving you to school again”
The days end, dominoes falling around the coffee table,
Summer comes, the family gathers for the afternoons
of celebrations during an autumn of red leaves
And funerals as the towers of sequoias
rain ashes on the roots of parking garages
and the corvettes flee with the caravans
rainbow colors burning white under a crimson son
beating off the windshield, feeding off exhaust
marching mound to mound, bending fenders
while GPS satellites navigate from the stars
the new astrolabe of the horizonless seas of roadways,
offering exploration
of new fast food rest stops
excitement is a souvenir shop
for every second we laugh at the TV
the primetime deluge for the parched throats of cubicle deserts
childhood is slowly erased like rotting tree forts
on the drive home
the light fails
and perception is engulfed by waves of darkness,
soundlessly pounding the
waking coastlines
hours of broken fragments
input from open shut eyes
and life seems but a limbo in between dreams
Amber beams invade my thoughts
Through the bullet holes of sleepless hours
In candlelit corners
the silhouettes play King Lear
with a shade of sanity
Until idle darkness erodes through the
slits of the dusty window blinds
And the barnacles of crusty morning return
to feast on the hulls of alarm clocks and snooze buttons
Manned by skeleton crews of lost poker hands
Raising mirrored sails of shadowy stubble
Swabbing the cannons for another pass
which pounds the door until it vibrates
like the desert heat
distorting the air above empty blacktop,
its hissing changes pitch and the knocking
which hammered through my stupor shouted
“Get up now, I’m not driving you to school again”
The days end, dominoes falling around the coffee table,
Summer comes, the family gathers for the afternoons
of celebrations during an autumn of red leaves
And funerals as the towers of sequoias
rain ashes on the roots of parking garages
and the corvettes flee with the caravans
rainbow colors burning white under a crimson son
beating off the windshield, feeding off exhaust
marching mound to mound, bending fenders
while GPS satellites navigate from the stars
the new astrolabe of the horizonless seas of roadways,
offering exploration
of new fast food rest stops
excitement is a souvenir shop
for every second we laugh at the TV
the primetime deluge for the parched throats of cubicle deserts
childhood is slowly erased like rotting tree forts
on the drive home
the light fails
and perception is engulfed by waves of darkness,
soundlessly pounding the
waking coastlines
hours of broken fragments
input from open shut eyes
and life seems but a limbo in between dreams
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but still quite good