18.01.2025 03:08
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I think we wondered
at tomorrow
and what dreams would find
I think we played
Aladdin Sane
at least
a thousand times
I don't think we talked about grandchildren
I don't think we talked about
any fears
Or Peter Pan
Ever growing old
Can you feel the memories
piled up
Can you still smell
a bit of that smoky haze
Wonder if we looked
hard enough
could we find a roach
in the ashtray
or a bottle
of Paula’s Dad’s
wine
I think we laughed
I think we cried
I think about you
keeping warm
Hanging all of today's coats
on cut crystal door knobs
of yesterday
And I drive by the house
you haven't lived in
for nearly 40 years
snowy mornings
I remember walking there
still that kid
I wonder what your basement
looks like
these days
That's not a place I mind being...where everyone is a little bit Banksy.
When I was younger reading words I was unfamiliar with, I would make the pronunciation up in my head. While I knew the definition of the words, my head was filled with mush. I do the same when reading the Bluesky handles. I read .bsky as 'Banksy'. As in the street artists name.
That's OK with me.
