Memories of my Brother

I decided I would challenge myself to write a poem for my brother every day this month and this is the result. It is rough and rugged and it is a mere work-in-progress but I'm just writing down stuff I want to say.


9. IX

When the sun stirred a thick yellow muslin
Of sky
And when the clouds strung like candyfloss beards
From the naked stars
We folded our legs on the carpet
And chased back the dulling of our minds
With Lego bricks
That clambered North
Into multi-hued sky scrapers
That just about
Managed to grate
The lids of our imaginations
You said
The Empire State Building doesn't look like that
And so I built it taller and taller
Beyond all your realism
To a halucogenic paradise
Where bricks could be blue and orange
And the Empire State Building
Could be bleeding upwards
Into a soupy heaven
You put our model on your bedroom shelf
While the sun stirred and then began to settle
The spire did not quite manage
To scape our sky

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