the coney island of your mind

when you left the town of your birth

it was to reach a shore that you only dreamed of

that shore dreamt of you as well

with its caffeinated lipstick

cherry flavored cigarettes

parachute jumps

and wonder wheels

when you were young you sang songs

when you thought no one was listening

most voices carry

but yours lifts

it drops into the valleys

and canyons

and city streets

rocketing red glare

and harmonizing with natural disasters

what summer means

but can’t quite get out

you sing the songs that fill up the cracks in the pavement

where dreams get lost

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