Red Poem by Mason Maestro

Red



I lost track, lost my track
As though I were searching for a Civic
and found a Cadillac

Dead to live my life day to day
Drop-shot and dry fast asleep in a dream
A fairytale said two lost souls found each other
The point of uniting turned a desert into green

Thought I fell onto a black hour
Awake to a contrast I had never seen
The hour upon me in place is now red
A reality so sure of a place I've yet been

In this space of light as I heard it was knocked
You opened the door to the room I was locked

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Red is an early poem written in the early 90s and is part of the debut conceptual novelty SINGLE FILE LINE. Although it is considered one of my least favorite in the collection, it does however document an important part of my life even though I admit it was poorly written.
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