Roof top summer time
The excellently exceptional
Mischief mallee throwing ice from
Hallway windows at passers-by
Sunshine all the time sun gaze
Am I blind? Summer CRAZE!!
Hey! Whatever daze. Cops came
Kept the sweat on! Just Youthful
Phase HAZEY HAZIER HAZIEST
HAZE!! Summer hot simmering
Sultry sustaining with what we
Were one under the sun fun funnier
Funniest Deli meat DONE!! THOSE
DAZE! The hot heavy heat has won
This day we're done done done!
HEY! Whatever daze!! Whatever DAZE!!
In times oft-forgotten great freight trains rolled through.
Each boxcar was tagged in a swashbuckling hue,
Flamboyantly hawking some stale, mawkish view.
Now all that remains is the desolate track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Our eeriest memories’ ethereal track.
Those heart-pounding engines, in Santa Fe red!
Their sheer mass of metal would thrill me with dread.
With full sound and fury they powered and led,
Not seeing they followed that rigid steel track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Time’s mindlessly marching, immovable track.
I wonder too often just where they’ve all gone.
What exploits or griefs will their odysseys spawn?
Then, hearing their whistle, I’m fearlessly drawn.
I shadow their ghosts up the unexplored track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Our haziest days’ inevasible track.
In this city's din of urban indifference
and solitude,
let me hear once again the faintest
echo of the mute music
of a heart grateful, generous.
In claustrophobic caves of cold cruelty
among calloused hearts,
let me glance at the haziest halo
of a vague affection
from a hand that's caring, giving.
In a self-deifying mob of the stolen
flame of science
let me feel the soft solace of believing,
of being believed in,
a faith forgotten, but not lost!
in this city's din of urban indifference
and solitude, let me hear again
the faintest echo of the mute
music from a heart generous,
grateful;
in the caves of the cold-bloodied cruelty
of calloused hearts, let me glance
at the haziest halo of affection
from a hand caring,
giving;
in the scornful unbelief of self-deifying
demigods of the stolen flame of science,
let me feel the soul-soothing
solace of a faith forgotten, but
... never lost.
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