It Was A Dream
He'd Found Himself
Back At The House
The Big One In The Burbs
The Large Back Yard
Everything
Even The Fruit Trees
Like Yesterday
He'd Bitten Into The Rippened Plum
Only Today...
There Were Worms...
Not In The Plum
But All Over His Body
Wiggling And Climbing
Making Their Way
Toward His Heart
Toward His Face
He Picked and He Pulled
He Cursed the Memories
His Family Had lived There
Not That The Memories Were All Bad
They Were Just....
So Full Of Worms...
Eating At The Fondness Of The Memories
by Brian Ashkin
wow awesome poem and song too! very talented poetry writer and singer!
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