At Dreams End

May 24, 2012 at 3:32 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

Best to bottle then?

Nicer not to thrust and hustle?

Count cherries in the yard

chink a little

trace my life line

with a smooth finger tip?

 

No more boom cha

rika rika

dim dim dim whoosh

No more lashing, beating, fending,

roaring, bombing out,

seething, slashing, burning?

 

Just the gnawing tinnitus of a discarded dream.

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