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Buttered Concrete


08.07.19 Posted in today's words by

J.B. Hogan’s most recent poem to appear here was “Long Dark Spell” (July 2019).

Buttered Concrete
By J.B. Hogan

Above velvet trees lining a buttered concrete lane,
technicolor clouds in green and gold soothe as they
drift toward a far off land of dreams and you and them alone together.

Sailing then upon a hazy tilted sea to quiet shore and
wooded path filling with gentle snow in a white drifting
waterfall running endlessly to the back side of another time.

Unknown music speaks clearly through electronic teeth describing
all that is understood but never really known by the tone deaf compass
hiding outside the rusting recesses of his weighted melancholic partner.

Slowly the dream sinks into space with returning recognition to
what had been before—a beautiful paranoia settling about that compels
the dreamer, older now and less afraid, to retell the hazy but unforgotten journey.



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