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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