<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Nostalgia's Brutal Junk Heap</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yellow rainbows smile upside down from<br>Cheap liquor bottles<br>In those retired rodent neighborhoods where dogs<br>Take charge <br>And fleas hold circus; they are all in love with the<br>Gamy mermaid who takes her bath of tricks<br>Sometimes when right before <br>The ice-cream man perambulates with his cursing<br>Wind-chimes, <br>His balmy vanilla fireworks: She takes all the dimes<br>That would’ve been his<br>From the bicycles of adolescent kisses; <br>And then she swims away, swearing that she’ll make<br>It all the way to Spain, <br>But she never does- She just gets to Lake Worth<br>And then dances topless for bikers; <br>And I would have liked to see her before she was all spent<br>In a house of bruises underneath the palmettos, <br>Their suppliant cutlery that is peppered by cicadas-<br>But for these scars, they make me sad and agoraphobic <br>And I just watch all the sallow girls playing soccer, <br>Their knees in bits of rashes <br>Crenellated in the absence of colors of ancient newspaper; <br>And by my tomorrow, they’ll all be sad and hung-over, <br>Would-be super models, now housewives with their<br>Elicit stashes-<br>The mermaids weeping with only bitter star fruit to eat, <br>Spider monkeys going bananas on each of their irritated teets; <br>UFOs fluttered in the landscaping, and their big-eyed captains <br>Sprawled out drunk in her bushes; <br>I would have given it all just to be one of their pubescent <br>Rashes- and the rains come sweating- And I<br>Am a vagrant on the squeaking swing-set in the suburban<br>Cages the cops patrol showing off their badges- They have caught<br>Me out of time, <br>And all I can do is look at them sideways, trying to give them<br>The best angle, so I might wriggle off this ancient hook<br>And escape the rotten meat brigades attracting such beautiful <br>Suburban flies going out to lunch<br>In nostalgia’s brutal junk heap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558988" data-title="In Nostalgia's Brutal Junk Heap de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Yellow rainbows smile upside down from Cheap liquor bottles In those retired rodent neighborhoods where dogs Take charge And fleas hold circus; they are all in love with the Gamy mermaid who takes her bath of tricks Sometimes when right before T..."></div> </div> </div>

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