back in the day

remeber when

we gave two shits

the poetry was better
and
the women use to flock
doves flap in broken wind
the lake-brown-water
where swans sit
are polluted
the streets
are
taco trucks
and flat gum
.
.
.
.
..
.
.
.
.
...
...
.......the need to rember when
time was bout
GI joes
and soakin
them in
hair spray
...
...
...
****
lighting
the
match

and

watching the world

burn
to the
ground

"hold on my Iphone
is Idialing in my pocket
and My Ieye in Iblind"

the

remembering of a simple
childhood pile of
leaves
in a digital
photo
of
Igreengrassinthemiddleofwinterandthe
picture


is



blurred

welcome
to
memories