Nostalgia | Judy Moskowitz

I’ve been airlifted
From that place
Which you revisit
Your dream state
That joyful noise
Which brings a glint
To your eyes
For some it is a place
Clogged with plaque
Post traumatic stress
Flashbacks
I can’t obliterate memories
Rising from the black hole
Of the past
Badly bruised fruit
The kind you discard
Along with the worm
That will not die
Just give me thirty seconds
Of delicious amusement
Versus fifty years
Of dirty little secrets
In the cracks of walls
Flashback