Remember When We Were All Fresh?

They took the toy out the box,
The jeep from the car lot,

They woke up with bed hair,
Chipped nails and pale skin,

The salon was a distant memory.

And now we’re here
With a filing cabinet
No-one will ever use,

Explanations
And dirty palms,

A nasty taste
In the back
Of our mouths,

Sniffing on optimism
Like the desperate
And sweaty,

Alone with our
Crossed fingers
And daydreams.

We are briefly ghosts
Let loose on dead shipyards,
The scent of sea salt heightened
And the knots of something hollow,

Were it not for the hope
We breed in our nightmares,
We could easily just drift away

And laugh
Across the waves,

Spared
And never grave

Again.

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2 Responses to “Remember When We Were All Fresh?”

  1. This is tight and effective. Not only are there no words out of place, but the poem keeps inviting us toward metaphor:
    “We are briefly ghosts
    Let loose on dead shipyards,
    The scent of sea salt heightened
    And the knots of something hollow,

    leading to the denouement:
    Spared
    And never grave/Again,
    with the double meaning of grave.

  2. Cheers Thomas

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