Cult Classic

'Nostalgia is a fucking liar

a rose-tinted cult movie on loop

manufacturing post recollections

to seem much finer than they were

I'd much prefer

an overcast hermetically cling-filmed

over every lucid mental souvenir

a murk to obstruct me cascading

into fictitious visions

and versions of you

you were a sentimentalist (at best)

an often wanderer into shades of blue

a middle grounder, some might say

a lover (to some) and a fighter (to all)

yet you never dabbled into the grey

my earth had to offer

mindlessly blind to the grief

I so often consumed.'