Silver Dreams

Tight blue, silver eyes drop

onto my shoulder

past the pavement unseen.

Thirst borne of wanting

for things long forgotten

burns in the afterglow

of peptic slow dances,

churns in the left behind

of feckless dull hatred.

Idiocy cracking wise

cuts smoldering through my doldrums

while backwash borne of benders past

weighs heavy on my breath.

I step out into tree lined landscaped

boxes owned by corporate corpses,

as I drop stoned out of daylight

into nightscapes caged in Walmart.

Walmart, the one true equalizer!

Walmart, home to the great unwashed!

Walmart, sanitary evil incarnate!

Walmart, from womb to tomb to drunken temperance.

Walmart, you make difficult misery effortless.

The cinematic black horizon

lightens onto morning

while silver blinded like minded

neophytes creep naked.

Bruised brown splotches layered

onto concrete pouring

into ragged potholes

consecrating my religion.

Suburban dreams melt to urban blight

as I walk toward a night draped sullen.

Walmart fades to steel and glass

lit cavalcades sky scraping,

a demographic born of gridlock

block after block after shocking,

as I step out into traffic

riddled yellow taxi madness,

insane asylums piled on top

of hallucinating lovely.

Gone, vanilla sadness.

Gone.