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His Dream of Lions
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Teenage Dream I can hear the silence, silence...
Ultraviolence!
It feels like a flatsound poem
An angry not-teen yelling in my mind
"I remember I had a legitimate crush on him
On his facial structure
His cheekbones"
I remember
And it hurts my head
Not with legitimate pain of memory
But with
The tired pain of a film reel
Clicking endlessly with my thoughts
Movies made behind my eyes with soundtracks of anxiety and scores of nostalgia
The violins play Lana
And the trumpets play the King
Elvis and Springsteen
And my heart gets locked
Do you lie with lions
Do you kiss them
Or do you just take dinner and a cigarette
And fifty bucks
For when they're finished
This is some very heavy, yet
This is some very heavy, yet very astute, poetry to write at the age of seventeen. You were more observant of human nature, at that age, than I was; and I applaud you for it!!!
Starward