yellow brick roads existed
rising stars on rainbow raceways
nuclear jonquil blasts occurred
dots were loaded with micrograms
butterflies kissed the solar wind
paisley was not yet in.
Spin me a song,
awareness is out of here.
Telephones were not see through,
baby won’t call me.
Cupcakes covered with snow,
chocolate hearts put him on top,
you heard "all we are saying, is give peace a chance",
smiling face boom boxes and cassettes.
His way home, a rocket ship for his mind,
lunar crater pits turned made his place,
lollipops in our giant memory he kept.
Angels here were as there?
Slabs can be plain, unfulfilling on top,
Pens and pencils weathered, rotting.
Turf that surrounds his memory is laden with them,
granite, pink, memorial park this is not.
Typewriter components should rain
parts the size of fingertips.
Pictures need be taken
after it all falls down chaotic.
Lipsticks painted posters with peace signs
-there it is all left.
-rain will come, wash it away.
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