“At first, raw dreams…tragic if / he can no longer see them….”
He once looked
to trees glowing
from the sun
and gave us all
those patterns
at first, raw dreams,
and with more
support:
sublime requiems
tragic if
he can no longer
see them, or
just won’t look
cause now
it’s easier
to walk the streets
check any doorbell,
intercom,
paging system
and see which one
churns out
buttered sausage
but those “rays of sun”:
is the feeling real?
who knows!
they’ll kiss it
on the lips
Matthew Sorrento is Editor-in-chief of Retreats from Oblivion.
