The Dissipation of Textbook DreamsA Poem by Arly Parent
I've given up.
The last shred of wonder has been burned out leaving behind the charred husks of paper planes and rubber balls tire swings and high school rings of promises unkept... and the smell... it is the smell of old textbooks lain unopened for ages scratched and cratered from bygone years of old use smelling faintly of vomit of the person who drank too much hope the old glue that kept it together rotting writhing disippating and disassociating under the pressure of the demands of the natural world and the particulates that feed on it and change it
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2 Reviews Added on December 3, 2012 Last Updated on December 3, 2012 AuthorArly ParentLantana, FLAboutThere's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..Writing
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