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Those Dreams

I came here for cuts.
Stale cigarette butts,
Leaving the scene
With poor man’s luck.
 
Rotten
Forgotten
Begotten
And shot,
 
A cumulous
Drift
In the
Parking lot.
 
Mumble to myself,
As ideas abound
Grounding the sounds
Reshaped around,
Epiphanies wrought
From erroneous thought,
Till I crack the shell
And laugh aloud!
 
Eureka!
 
As it turns out
As I walk around town,
I realize I’ve become the mad old man
We used to provoke and hypothesize about,
When we were kids,
When life began.
 
What happened to that guy that made him that way?

(2013)

#Evolution

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