memories and magic…

he was haunted…scared of silence…not a sound ‘cept the hum of a refrigerator..lookin’ outta window at snow comin’ down…taken in by the moment…watchin’ cars disappear and tree limbs bend under an orange haze…street lights fool ya…

remembered bein’ a kid…sittin’ on top of air vents to keep warm in a shanty up on the Indiana Michigan line…mom makin’ hot chocolate and daddy scrapin’ ice off an old truck…gettin’ ready for first shift…a train wailed…

wantin’ to wander…go out into the white night and breath again…a tranquil state…walkin’ ‘mongst snowflakes fallin’ from the sky…a grown man tryin’ to catch ’em with his tongue…dancin’…just dancin’…

down alleyways Mexicans rattle through trashcans in search of gold…lookin’ for a piece of america…as bars let out and men go silent into the night…back to their rented rooms…southside shacks…half-heated efficiencies…and makeshift mobile homes…

it is this we take solace in…poverty’s pleasures…not much offered…just riches from the heavens on a snowy night…out collectin’…out collectin’…memories and magic…

he was haunted…scared of silence…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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