You could have a big dipper   

A Concept by Scott Cumming



Two years

and you fall in love

with the first band you see


Life has a way of reminding you

Like the woman walking into frame

The first woman I'd crushed on

at 16 years old

First real indie girl

I ever did see


Gone

the mascara, eyeliner and

dyed black bob

Now just everyday people

who've brushed off

our dreams


Seeing her

I figured out

why old bands keep going

when they're greying and bald

putting on weight

The way in which we feel

stays the same

Came to me

as a miniature bass drum thump

when she and I

locked eyes for just a second


No such thing as

being old enough to know better

when flickering embers

remember

What it was like to be 16

What it was like to dream.




Scott Cumming unsuspectingly went to see Garden State wearing his Shins tee. He has been published at The Daily Drunk, Punk Noir Magazine, Versification, and Shotgun Honey. His poem, “Blood on Snow”, was voted the best of Outcast Press Poetry Things We Carry issue and his debut poetry chapbook is due for release in December. Twitter: @tummidge Website: scottcummingwriter.wordpress.com

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