Lesson
Things never turn out the way you dream.
Even when they’re not busy
Exploding you,
They’ll imitate
Your most cherished hopes;
Only dustier,
For imitations are just that.
Let now the starry celestial photograph
Pan downward, and transfix an earthy scene.
Let now the star-dusted, dreamy walls
Crash down into rubble.
Let now any last negative of that first photograph
Burn into ashy oblivion.
It’s just acid on my memories.
Even when they’re not busy
Exploding you,
They’ll imitate
Your most cherished hopes;
Only dustier,
For imitations are just that.
Let now the starry celestial photograph
Pan downward, and transfix an earthy scene.
Let now the star-dusted, dreamy walls
Crash down into rubble.
Let now any last negative of that first photograph
Burn into ashy oblivion.
It’s just acid on my memories.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home