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Taste of Dreams — A visit to Southampton

11/12/2023

 


The ones who wished


    No Fight


     And the comfortable nothing


    Stay Behind


Or


   Never intended to Move


   Desperately content


   with drinking beer


   Buying more junk


   racking up 0s


Yet engage in


   talks of politics


      and world events


    Playing Kissingers & J.Kerrys


        As a pastime


     demonstrating restless intellects


      towards no end


        nor for the Benefit of


          anyone.


“It’s an exercise to engage


your mental muscles you see,


old man, must keep yourself


limber.”


Even at parties


    downed a couple drinks


Still can’t Muster their


  Courage to Participate


  In anything remotely


  resembling Life


     Yet relish in


    the backseat of constraint


    Judging quietly


        of the fact that


        they have never looked


          like a fool


             in font of anybody


Do they even


    remember themselves?


    At last,


after tea    after beer


after scotch    after gin


after wine    after cakes


    they again sunk in


    to what they know best


    Cozy in numbers on


    the ground


      engage again in their


      mental exercise with


      color lights & harmless tunes


      talking about the


    Dog-eat-Dog world


       right outside their door


       while eating


         delicious affordable pizza


    with cheery pop sodas.


       I got curious


    and walked outside


      from their smokes


    And you guess what


      All cars and busy stores


         kids playing basketball


           lazy sunday afternoon sidewalk table full of drinks and food


             people in packed malls


         I did not see


            a single dog.


I think that’s the


   taste of dream


  which was never on their


       menu


  and they had to make it


       make sense


  so they never needs to


    get out their front door


    and finesse their way


     Into anywhere half-way decent.


“These sad fucks don’t Believe


    in a damn thing.”


As I Step Off the


    station


  and breathing in the


    Scentless air of London


    This town is not


       That bad.


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