I have this dream
It is there again
I must get up
Must get up
My brothers
Need my help
Where are my parents?
Again, and again
There is danger!
Fire was the favorite
Foil of them
They kept after
Us so much of the time
We would end up
In strange types
Of habitat
Sometimes
I would even awake
In the right place
And the wrong people
Such as Long island
I swear that was
Our family home
But he is telling
The authorities
It is his family home
Another time
When jimmy may have
Attempted to murder me
Does anyone know
Why i woke up on a beach?
With my throat
Very, very sore?
As if I was strangled
Again?
Just imagining it
Go home
And get over it.
Except all my homes
Are gone.
We had five generations
Alive at one time
There were many friends
As well who visited
What happened?
Jimmy happened
And Candy
And Lisa the weasel
As well as Suzie
Telling the boys
We were not really
Family and did not
Deserve anything
Smoke
Thick smoke
Can you smell it?
Candy?
Jimmy?
Which one of you
Did it this time?
Oh it is that new guy
Juan Barron
Well, this time
It can be seen
From space
They are calling it
Iconic.
Modern television
Announcers
Have no idea
How to respond
To local things
They are just things
Not really important
Unless the get free tickets
They get so much more
Money than before
That they are too far above
The rest of the world
Whereas before
Only a few made it
But still sat there
Acknowledging
The world around them
Not like now.
Anyways
All you who still
Have memories
Despite all the drugs
We are all being
Given now
There is a fire
On the pier
Where we once
Played and planned
Our lives
Without the Kate's M
Of this world
Or the Demis
Either
What ever
Happened?
To Oceanside
Wasn't that one
Of those places
We often dreamed
Of returning to as
A family?
Too bad, too bad
It is all burnt down
Just like the bridge
In London town
All gone!
Up in smoke
Just like our lives
That our parents
Sacrificed their own lives....
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