Fading – Poem

I remember well the nights

of forgotten blackness

Steak and Löwenbräu for

breakfast because the

Hairy Dog needed killing

and there were no eggs

or orange juice. Gone, or

never purchased…

And somewhere at the party

the no problem falling down

became a problem and part

of the same old dull routine.

Except the souvenir t-shirt

was tattered and faded.

Like cracked sidewalk dreams

blistering in the sun of harsh

Reality, grass dying in the cracks.

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