04-06-2018, 11:44 AM
Afterthought
You'll know you've left your Golden Age
when you begin to remember
not in images for the canvas
but in lines to be traced along
a chronicle or a sonnet
while your brother the future is strapped
to a canyon of pain (or pleasure)
gorging on Eagle Rare
and other imported spirits
for what seems like forever
and the woman the two of you love
offers herself to a job
a house a child a life
you'll only read about.
You'll know you've left your Golden Age
when you begin to remember
not in images for the canvas
but in lines to be traced along
a chronicle or a sonnet
while your brother the future is strapped
to a canyon of pain (or pleasure)
gorging on Eagle Rare
and other imported spirits
for what seems like forever
and the woman the two of you love
offers herself to a job
a house a child a life
you'll only read about.