Nights like these dredge up
campfire memories
good bad or indifferent all the same
Flashes of younger days spent
[ablaze/amazed]
a spattering of stars at Bethpage
most I’d ever seen
in my little life,
& I swore to never forget
the glowsticks we cracked
& streaked the walls with
like we were meteors
in the sky
innumerable White Russians
《substituted later for bloody
marys &
a bottle of rum wide enough
to rattle three wild girls》
One sister had my name,
but not my face, then again
they were no sisters of mine
[fake baubles, imitation larimar]
When I awoke /on the beach
with their parents’ Absolut
{|radled} underarm
to an ocean clear as glass
《hyperblue》
how the evening palms
danced & S w a y e d
the phone call made to you
in panicked haze when
I was fifteen hundred miles away
& the staggering bill, staggering me
as if you could help me
locate my room
the night Mars felt so close
his red shine seemed divine
[apocalyptic]/ thinking of it
Which is why I avoid
going back 《
in time
–LM
Fantastic poetry, hands down your have a gift 🙂
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Thank you 😊 I appreciate that!
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I saved the poem I liked it so much
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I feel honored, truly. Thank you. 😁
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You are one with the muses, your gift is truly at your core
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I’d like to think so on my good days. 😉 Thank you so much!
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You must only have good days
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Brilliant wave of nostalgia here! ❤ You capture those vivid standout memories so beautifully 🙂
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Thank you Tom 😁 I may consider it a series.. I’m not sure yet. ❤
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Excellent one!
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Thank you Priti! 💕
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