Dusty images
from the poorly
lit dressertops
of our youth.
Old toys
Rusted by time.
Stiffly posed.
Forgotten.
A long lost
Thursday after school
spent with bageldogs
and the glow
of an old friend.
Now
Colorized.
Fully rendered.
Product tie-in.
A-list.
Blockbuster.
Distant from
it's once
modest self.
2 comments:
So I just saw the A-Team and it sort of inspired this. I actually thought it was decent, though my movie taste has been called into question before. I literally wrote this in 7 minutes, so I know that it needs work.
Of your most recent poems, this is my favorite. I love the nostalgia. The dressertops, the action figures, the bageldogs, the childhood friends. I think this poem is reminiscent of my "Shift" poem from a while back, but I think you specifically catch the littler details of youth better here. Great work!
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