Icicle Dreams

by

Doug Larson

I have
icicle dreams
and the coldest beer
in town
so cold
you can’t hold it
in your hand
There’s patio dining
on Santa Fe
next to the number two
diesel pump
where you can watch
tank farm traffic
buzz on by
while you eat
and watch your beer grow warm
The signs say
a life of purpose
is the purpose of life
with taxable income
and hi-rise senior housing
so, with singular reason
I follow
white bus magic
under a smoke screen sky
with free
magnolia phones
and Studebaker seats
for five
It’s like bobbing
for apples
this placebo quest
a shattered kaleidoscope landscape
broken in jest
Love
is a many
splintered thing
with icicle dreams
and the coldest beer
in town

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