Upon Leaving Summer of Sam

 

Blinding orange
fills my retinas,
making me stumble.
 
The fantasy world
I leave behind
of drugs
and sex
and death
is a better
alternative
to the decay
I see before me.
 
A tangerine hue
settles over
random lots
of weeds
and 1950’s
boom houses
scattered along
the side of the highway,
 
just like pieces
of the dream
I once had
about you and me.

 

Written By:Rebecca Maslen
Submitted:12-08-99

 

 

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