Chasingdreams Poem by Don Pearson

Chasingdreams



Light the flame and tilt the foil,
Run and chase, inhale.
Forget pain and fear and doubt,
hold the dreams inside your mouth,
never let that smoke come out.

Isaac’s been tortured for his stash,
John steals anyone’s goods,
Giovanna strolls the ill-lit streets
in derelict neighbourhoods.

We take the waste for granted
and bury all our fear,
always need another score,
more often year on year.

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Light the flame and heat the spoon,
filter, fill and fix.
Feel that rush of powder power,
put off life another hour.
Let the strung-out punters glower.

Stuart jumped from a tower block
when he could not escape from her arms
Jamie died at her very first kiss
on the night he discovered her charms.

We took the waste for granted
and chased the tears away.
Always made another score,
diminished day by day.

3nd September 2013

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