The smell of youth caught in my throat
spurting memories spray a sweet acrid taste
rusting in lost fog, discarded dreams afloat
tasteless, clouds of drifting waste
Seams broken, leaking, swollen
up twisted nose pressing a blank wall
In evening\'s setting dawn\'s stolen
when color blind see spring in fall
Wrapped in vacant eggshells
chicks dream scraps of young dreams
lifted by dancing thunder\'s smell
echo in technicolor bubbling streams