Summer Dreams
Silent thrills
dream love novels
fit for Oprah
and yet fit for
prison;
serving a life sentence
for being unable
to comprehend
the world and its
dry smoke
grassroot
reality.
A hard-fought
battle of wit
adds jet-fuel
to the flame
of emptiness,
nothing burns
nonetheless, taking
with it images
of Barbie dolls
and night-dividing
days filled with
never-ending
commandment-breaking.
Time is exiled,
the present is past.
The future is now.
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