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A Dream History of Outer Space


by Darryl Price


 

Look. There's just you and me left. All the rest of them had already given up a long, long time ago. They dropped their precious, colorful dreams like rusty railroad lanterns, like abandoned pumpkins, and littered the

 

Twitching fields with their tired laughing leaving footprints. The once floating music was now broken and bleeding, jagged like an egg, but the two of us carried that faithful tune forward in case there were any

 

Kids like us who still had a beautiful blue spark between their thumb and forefinger for the earth's Future generation. All the empty seats began to blow away like paper bags, but the two of us were still holding

 

Hands with their happy glowing fading ghosts just in case. The price was a broken heart. One for you. One for me. That was just the saddest beginning of change. The awful hairy monsters wrecking

 

Everything outside the garden gate had heard the hopeful noise, too, and were hungry for stolen love. They followed all the faintest footprints back into their sleepy little homes, into the lost bedrooms, and

 

Became fixtures in the deep receding shadows there. The only thing that would save anyone now was a song of their own. You and I would sit outside their fragile windows at night and bounce new ideas

 

Between the ringing stars, hoping to create at least a true moment of wonder that would wake up any dreamer into the dream. It's what we do. We were never interested in capturing any of you. The

 

Shadows are the ones full of nets. We have no weapons. We have only ourselves. We say hello again and again. We say wake up, even inside a boring feeling. We say write a poem about nothing. We say take a

 

Long slow walk with a bunch of elephant trees and see where all the rainbow flowers are going to when they follow the setting sun. See, you thought this was going to end in tears, but it's so much more than

 

That to me, to us, you and me. Because I'm here and still in love with someone. Because it's my own fingers typing out your name in front of the whole wide universe in the morning light like in the movies.  




Bonus poem:



Your Sleepy Ear


by Darryl Price


I wanted to put the blue sky

in your sleepy ear for old time's

sake, but I don't ever want to

hear you complain about the same

indifferent rain again. I've

heard that particular lament

 

and I still disagree each and

every time especially with

its sickeningly sweet come on

come on.  Look you went looking for

someone to always agree with

your raw food choices. I too went

 

looking for nothing but some joy.

Sometimes two people can put their

dumb heads together and make a

new sprouting creature capable

of many shining shooting tricks,

I just don't enjoy being a

 

different animal than I

truly am. You don't believe it's

not for everybody. I don't

believe we need to consume each

other in order to be free.

You've your book, I'm still writing mine.


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