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searching for meaning in muck’s mire crawling on knees and elbows in hills and valleys of gray matter weeding through memories turning them like mulch refreshing the mind’s soil nourishing a heart shrouded in fibrillation a cool wind freezes time and winds the clocks backward he sees himself in past’s mirror looking into his eyes he finds a place of pensive calm contemplating the stillness he recalls uncomplicated beginnings wafting in the smells of adolescence waves crashing on the jetty campfire on the beach hot dogs cooked on wire hangers barefoot midnight football on the sand with the girls blowin’ a little **** in darkness’ solitude an occasional airplane taking off overhead drowning out discussion on a utopian society endorphins heightening recollections pre-adulthood times before mistakes and regrets before the bad news grabbed the headlines keeping discontentment’s seeds deep inside sprouting an irregular heartbeat he wonders how it could come to this never had much growing up doesn’t have much now never thought much of himself just living day to day with garnishments on a part-time salary
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
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searching for meaning in muck’s mire crawling on knees and elbows in hills and valleys of gray matter weeding through memories turning them like mulch refreshing the mind’s soil nourishing a heart shrouded in fibrillation a cool wind freezes time and winds the clocks backward he sees himself in past’s mirror looking into his eyes he finds a place of pensive calm contemplating the stillness he recalls uncomplicated beginnings wafting in the smells of adolescence waves crashing on the jetty campfire on the beach hot dogs cooked on wire hangers barefoot midnight football on the sand with the girls blowin’ a little **** in darkness’ solitude an occasional airplane taking off overhead drowning out discussion on a utopian society endorphins heightening recollections pre-adulthood times before mistakes and regrets before the bad news grabbed the headlines keeping discontentment’s seeds deep inside sprouting an irregular heartbeat he wonders how it could come to this never had much growing up doesn’t have much now never thought much of himself just living day to day with garnishments on a part-time salary
© 04/16/2014
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del-maximo
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
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