Dreams Die First

Because I'm an outlaw. Please pardon me, if you find my language offensive.

Dreams Die First

Salted caramel popcorn dreams
Popping up in my dream machine
Salted away
For a rainy day
In an aching childhood land
Far far away.

Two score tears or more have passed
Happy days are here at last
Time to unpack old yonder dreams
Icy sleet in the air
Readymade  rain it seems.

Raining upon the garbage dumps
Raining upon the gangrene stumps
Raining upon lost ashen dreams
Mind orgasms as the years streams

Thoughts fly away on night's superstring
Sleep  tight strung, an unwelcome thing
This horrible game of thrones
Leaves lovely bones
Life presents
Its own unraveling.

My soul sodomized again
And again
Tearing the fabric
Of my brain
Kill the dirty thoughts
Shoot the messenger first
Dreams leap
Blind with lust
Harbingers of pain.

I will try my best
I will change my luck
I will try my hardest
Life exquisitely sucks 
With such mind fucks.

Dreams die first
Is the lie you are told
They never die
But just get
Tired and old.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017