The Blackout Pictures - Feast of Praline

Among the rocks and rubble
I found the next extreme
A fountain feast upon the eyes of yours truly
Passed a smear of silt
The history in the dirt
Some leftover mediocre salt and starch
Alone for me
Feast of praline
Feast of reckoning
Weathered down by bombs and blows
And left with all but cavities
Feast of praline
Feast of reckoning
The taste of chalk and sugar
Linger heavy on the trigger finger
Scope the dusk for signs of life
Smoke signals—S.O.S.
This place is a haunted house now
Save your thoughts
Dwell on remorse for time gone
When it’s darker stranger fainter
And the taste lingers still
Dying in seven or eight summers
Some no matter how hot outside for a few
Minutes
Paper in a fist
I was there at the beginning but not the end
Isn’t that the way it’s always been?
Things are better beyond the pale

Written by:
Lindsay Payton

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