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"A Dream for Simon"

human paraquat

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in a land of uncontrollable selfishness and greed,
he awoke in the morning with a dream,
that all his rights were flat and green,
and those metallic coins above his knee,
were all that kept him alive and free.

he knew the story.

first came the summer,
and repairs on the marina.
the yellowed morning glories,
tasseled in the afternoon bloodbath
of waxing sun and of noise/air pollution,
pressed hand-like to the metal cranes.

then came love,
drunk
fucking, like one frail
human hand reaching blindly
for another.
but still, what is a tear to ah see?
chained to the filthy floor
by only the thickness of sorrow.

and then he was born, he dreamt...
running amongst the pyramids of
sand, tall as the monster his father had seen
in the land of the dead.
the thick horizon gasping
and grasping for those mornings
when his fathers form could be found in the dark
as he stood at the car door,
a most comforting silhouette.
 
class.
I love this bit.

first came the summer,
and repairs on the marina.
the yellowed morning glories,
tasseled in the afternoon bloodbath
of waxing sun and of noise/air pollution,
pressed hand-like to the metal cranes.


Care to shed any light on the monster in the third stanza?
 
Man this takes my mind all over the place! I think there is so much in here that we will never fully understand without knowing you very well, excellent write.
 
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