regression

where are the feast of friends
dispersed across the earth
like lung blown dandelions
london, paris, linden and roselle
where is the church bell tolling
to call the demon saints together
where are the days of youth and innocence
bottled beer and railroad tracks
first date at mcdonalds mother driving
training wheels and rubber masks
bloodied in the pavement crash
arcane rites to summon demons
dice tossed deciding death
military dreams stunted by frail heart
the romance of tragedy
basement boiler room razor blades
catholic school tie tourniquet
a dare a chance to end it
cyclical sorrows interrupted by mirth
time passing like loved ones old
the seeds were dark from the start

~dwmetz, 3 november 1994

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