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The Dream Factory Out on Route 158

They cleaned each blackboard in the dream factory out on Route 158
Before they began to rip down the walls that protected the dreamers
The wrecking ball released generations of struggles and triumphs
Into the cold clear Kenosha air across the Italian club on Route 158

There aren’t many children around here any more
There aren’t many children – they followed the money

There was still so much more to say but there is no place to say it
So many words and numbers and ideas and thoughts to be given breath
Now laughter and tears echo through the crumbling cement and rusted rebar

The dream factory sighs cement dust relief
Every time the wrecking ball slams into its vulnerable side

No one was here to witness the end of the dream factory
No one was here to witness the end of where it all began
For decades of curious Wisconsin children

At least someone took the time to clean the blackboards

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There was so much I had to say

There was so much I had to say as I watched the people move
But the beer and the prayers and the dreams all got in the way
Or was it me standing there in front of what is good for me
I can’t imagine that – but my buddy never showed and I hate cheaters

She asked me if I was there with friends and I choked on that idea
There are people I like – or love – or respect but I have no faith in friendship
These neon green lights penetrate the silence that forced itself into the night
Like a fat humming bird pushing its way into the sugar water feeder

There isn’t much left of me that isn’t singed or bruised my own hand
The SONS have gotten me through more than I can explain here and again tonight
And if you don’t know – you wouldn’t understand anyway – so let it be – let it go
I guess that is all I have to say for tonight – but I know my pen will not sleep