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About This Poem
Do You Remember
Do you remember the force of my biceps
holding on hard to muscle it, helping me
tumble into a future of sorts. I made the
darkness as well as the light spilling from
water falls or just an old Starbucks cup.
There has been only a bit of spillage,
time against time that pits my speed.
Do you remember the city, the highway,
the apartments that ravage the wealth and
poverty, we made it into suburbs piped on the
tips of dreams. Tomorrow is but an appetizer
primed before the buffet. We skip the past as
well as we can and fly, few allegiances attached.
Do you remember I never heard back from
the one who left me peacefully while I slept,
those promises turned into a black ladle
of old fish soup... then I guess nothing is ever
boring for those with two cents to rattle it in,
I'll still stand up for you as a priest balancing
all those threads together.
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