Souvenir
EvilToasterElf
Posts: 1,119
Amber beams of dawn invade my thoughts
Through bullet holes in the walls of my mind
Battling a year of blindness
one ray at a time
In candlelight corners where
shadows are my muse
And the silhouettes play King Lear
with a shade of sanity
Until idle nightmares erode
like rocky banks of thawing streams
And the barnacles return to feast on the hulls of galleons
Manned by a skeleton crew of dreams
Raising mirrored sails to reflect waking images
Swabbing the cannons of photo albums for another pass
to shell the fading smiles like the heat
distorting the air above empty blacktop
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
Through bullet holes in the walls of my mind
Battling a year of blindness
one ray at a time
In candlelight corners where
shadows are my muse
And the silhouettes play King Lear
with a shade of sanity
Until idle nightmares erode
like rocky banks of thawing streams
And the barnacles return to feast on the hulls of galleons
Manned by a skeleton crew of dreams
Raising mirrored sails to reflect waking images
Swabbing the cannons of photo albums for another pass
to shell the fading smiles like the heat
distorting the air above empty blacktop
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
Post edited by Unknown User on
0
Comments
I found the first stanza a bit hard to read, it did not flow at times (a small part towards the middle -but english is not my first languague)
Loved the second stanza