Persistence of Memories - Volume 2 - Dream

He painted the walls

of his one bed palace

with images of those

who meant the most

 

A Sistine chapel of

crude stick drawings

and faded photographs

of dear departed friends

 

And as tired hands

tattooed with hardship

completed their masterpiece

the walls seemed to sing

 

A symphony of voices

from a past discarded

like fag ends in the alley

memories of a different life.

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