Snacking on nostalgia

"Tastes good"

I chased childhood memories
in the backstreet of my jumbled mind
until, at last, I managed to find
a few heart-warming achievements
but they moontlighted as bereavements
because
learning to tie my shoelaces
learning to play a song on the piano just like the radio
learning to wash my dad's car
learning to mow the lawn in a straight line
learning how to make gun-powder
all meant
that I had to grow up
and I still don't want to.
Now I wear laceless shoes
now I do not want to sound like the radio
now I don't wash my own car
now I wish I had a lawn
at least I did make a lot of gun-powder
and blew up my heart
a few times.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

some things are just not palatable and refuse to go down .. love this poem .. and this line:
"learning how to make gun-powder " is incredibly well placed in my humble opinion .. i grew up in upstate NY and hadnt been back there for some time .. so i went visiting and treated myself to a pair of Ed Hardy sneakers that have no ties .. you made me smile about that .. i love the sneakers ;) and love your poem too .. i am working on something i would like to send you soon if you are interested :)
E.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you for your detailed review :).......anything you are working on I would love to see :)