Way Back When
Monday, June 16th, 2008Way Back When
by Wolfgang Nibori
curious mystique drenching memory puddles gone to algae
tingling brackish sensations lighting up for my recall
how time darkens the lense of perception but eases its focusability
a cigar box my mother cried over where i kept sports cards
a scuffed grey dog of black ears, a wind-up lullabye lion
weird, the way a stack of papers in the closet back call quietly
can you hear me? i need you to come look at this
finally, giving in transforms itself to physical law
radar blips a’blinking despite irrelevance, pushing eyes
dead silent alarm clanging ga-jing invisible repetition
look away but it won’t last long, a dying tradition
in case you wondered - they tore the whole thing down
a place rumored to host fights between teens swinging chains
tire irons organizing beatdowns closer to Compton, not Hicksville
legendary Rottweilers used to guard the grounds in predjudice
cheap entertainment passed over for night church
they tore the whole thing down, paved it. excuse?
every town ought to have a Super Wal-Mart
Ye$, indeed.
This poem for sale: $18.00 (19 lines, but two words won’t be charged for)
