Some of the forgotten towns
circling big cities, lone wolves
warming fur against bright lights
wear their bleakness like a flag
the emptied streets at night where
no merriment is found, kids have
climbed aboard their bikes and motored
through snow if necessary, to escape
into the cold clutches of wine and euro-pop.
The touring people who do not live in these towns
glamorize by proxy
their little steeples, the preserve of history
how charming graffiti looks in a foreign language
they do not see behind the doors
into a teen world of preparedness
all who will flee when time comes
somehow, make their empty pocketed way
to bigger cities, offering the solace of
24 hour misery
surely it beats
sleeping in your childhood cot
listening to your parents snore
inching closer to a local grave plot
they put their heads in bags of glue
just to feel like they are from somewhere else
finding it a marvelous irony
when their frigid mountain town is named
‘best hidden tourist spot’
by those who are also in their own ways
trying to escape
their stifled lot
Wherever I go, I cannot escape me…..
The gurus preach “Be Here Now”, but the fantasy that happiness lives somewhere else seduces when TRAPPED! is the feeling.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Greener Grass
Lone Wolf Understands
Value Of Moon
HOwLinG Love
Wisdom Night Sky Above
Lovely
ha the present versus the future!
exactly
Yes
Thanks
Candie With
SMiles You
Are
ALWaYS
Inspiring my FRiEnD😊
Oh, take me away from the place that always reminds me of who I don’t want to be! 🙂
Right?!
🙂 I’d like to think I’ve slowly but surely gotten there. <3