Fast Food LinesA Poem by John B. BollingFast food lines and abandoned cars Symbols of how far we have come The road illuminated by neon lights Vacancy signs try to replace the sun Stargazers swoon over the full moon The ascent of which has only begun Binoculars dangling from their necks To discover where they came from In a muddied field lies an old home A bygone era with curtains undone Haunted by the footsteps of a child To thoughts morose he did succumb Above the house the moon is rising In its glow the view turns winsome Even the tombstone looks endearing Air now tainted with the scent of rum With the moon’s descent the lines fade Anticipating the advent of another day In linen-lined beds so neatly made Their places in line forever saved
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2 Reviews Added on January 11, 2009 Last Updated on February 11, 2010 Tags: Night, summer, reflection AuthorJohn B. BollingLong Island, NYAboutForever walking the fine line between self-preservation and self-destruction. more..Writing
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