Quilts timeline family stories

We familiarize the present with the past

Every time we breathe

 

Squares of dialect

Spools of dialogue

My future

 

Patterns of data

A synthetic composition

Which many can recite

 

My future

No different than the one

My parents got the first time

 

They saw the curves of Lady Liberty

Means of revolution defined

Everything had been thought

 

Everything had been done

Divisions established

Fires flamed for every wood

 

Books

Bushes

Crosses

 

All once resurrected from ashes

Originality has

An expiration date

 

My future a lullaby

My generation deaf

Carousels to death tunes

 

Jack O’ Lanterns

Juxtaposed Judas

Election day is Halloween

 

Vote for the best poser

Dampen my future

With premeditated blood

 

Marks of employment strike

Today we call it hard work

Yesterday they called it slavery

 

Maybe tomorrow

There will be a union for the unequal

My future will recycle

 

Shades of a fading rainbow

A generation learning

Pot of gold never

 

Glimmers bright

Iced happiness

Tears never run dry

 

For sins executed

Before the acknowledgement of time

We reap twice as much for liberty lashes

 

Sew our loss-  this quilt of inevitability

The most boring future awaits

Children who will choke on dust when they read

 

Anxiety at eighteen is promised to fade

No need to ask at what price

A scantron sheet of choices all around

 

Adults puppeteered by children

Bodies bombarded with green paper guilt

Credentials coveted by best friends

 

Drunken smiles meet the expectations of every spectator

Sewing their story since the womb

Pick whose knot is easiest to hang from

 

My future battles oblivion

A melting pot of extinction

There are no more missing links

 

No new wonders of the world

Every happily ever after boy or girl

Irony caught on tape

 

My future will be the past in high definition

Explicit flick           X- amount of years ago

Everyone would not have been able to see it

 

My future will not be color blind

Too many overlapping patches

Attempts to save the quilt from stains

 

White distorted truths and diluted juices

Already know the flavor of the Kool

Aid they created

 

We are all M&M’s inside

Makeup of obligated victories

Treasured tragedies  

 

Quilt covers all things that make us weep

Mishaps carried through patterns

My future will not have mercy on us

 

Thick filling of regurgitated tufts

Before I can stitch ‘I have lived’

I’m afraid my future is in shackles

 

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