Forget Ginkgo, We’d Rather Not Remember

February 8, 2008
Media promises fast cars, big dreams
But my G.I. Joe Kung Fu grip can’t grasp
The toy soldier thought platoons and war teams
Fighting doubts with synaptic head gun rasp.

Pip Pip poetry pops Prozac, late night
Red bulls, red eyes, chemical concentrate.
Scratch scratch poetry writes real dreams, night-light
Soft-says to fatigued pupils: “dilate.”

Aint no yesterday no more, miss dolly
The city sponge absorbed our memories,
Blew, like dandelions, our teenage folly,
and tore blank pages from our diaries.

This life style paints the neon moral boat
We sail away from “the before” we wrote.

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Amaranthinium This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 10, 2013 at 7:38 pm
I logged in just to comment on this. This is awesome. You have a real sense for rhythm and how words go together - this whole poem just kind of rolls of the tongue I guess you could say. Should have at least gotten editor's choice really! 
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