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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