FADED HIPSTER

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--dVerse Poets Pub

The train leaves
the years recede
all your dolls 
are packed away

An old girlfriend
(collected abstract art--
an amazing piece) 
a beach hotel 
your last resort

Faded hipsters
will always dig
Steely Dan
but the world 
is a piano 
out of tune

To wit:
Inca
Oshichi
Monopoly
Nanashi No Gombe
Puff
Ra

And you hear the cries
of brooding lumberjacks
with axes to grind
drunkards and gluttons
groping and grabbing
until the bitter end
my friend

And you love 
the precision of 
numbers
the only things 
that will never leave you 
but merely accrue
until you're down
for the count

A hand reaches out
for something or
someone
grasping thin air
the room runs out of
oxygen
and the world
is a snuffed candle

Happy birthday!