Sharing the Dawn
by Stock
Youthful people in future age’s
proclaiming victory for our globe,
a 'come together'
in forever fields of green,
a steal – a keep of memories,
a flood of feelings fleeing -
Littered walks of concrete mass,
to bask their extra senses.
See all these palest visions,
dark momentums, liberated;
from years of expression.
Come together as one voice,
hear the deejays blessed
by rhythmic beats;
In the stadium of light,
Linger awhile, feel the heat,
for these years, missed by many
still clinging o forgotten hope,
be the best years of their life.
share the jokes around fires lit to
take a chill and talk a talk of freedom;
tell us of your stories,
Listen to the tale,
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
This accident black spot
ate teenagers and excreted urban myths.
You’ll have heard the one about the kids who
drunk, skidded into it, leapt
through the windscreen more
grudgingly graceful than showroom dummies,
died and gave birth to a bed of flowers.
One week later,
two more kids of the same age
took the same corner at the
same speed, just as drunk,
hit it at the same angle,
same make of car but survived for
the impact was cushioned by the
snowdrift of flowers,
cards and teddy bears piled high.
A few months later,
once the news had done its rounds,
a crazy man drove full pelt into it,
bollards breaking neck as the molar doth a twiglet,
wearing no seatbelt,
no airbag, nothing but a
full-size, top-to-toe
teddy suit.
