They Say, "Just Say No," but Don't

It was fun, in those days, to go courting
Confusion, windowpanes leading to
Places where patterns appeared on the
Walls, and bushes would murmur.
Faces would age in an instant and melt,
And the arc of water, out of a fountain,
Would stutter peculiarly. Droplets, like
Comets, left tails in the sky. Now, the
Ones who would go with us scowl
In their kitchens. Their faces have
Aged irretrievably, as have their
Minds, and they want all the
Windowpanes gone. “Sober is better.
Labor is life.” And their children,
Corralled, encounter confusion,
But never the kind that is fun.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-05-04 at 15:10

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