My town
small town
never gonna make it town
Lost my way
no Broadway
what’s the point anyway
Chasing lights
caught a stork
never gonna see New York
Bills and babies
mortgage due
no way to leave, just won’t do
Kiss the kids
turn out the light
lose myself in dreams tonight
Thanks to Brian Miller for his http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/friday-poetically-with-brian-miller-7.html Friday Poetically prompt.
sweat dreams tonight...you know its never too late...it was 18 years since the last time i was here and was unsure i would ever get back...
ReplyDeletewow...this is OUTSTANDING! two decades are described so poetically! really enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteYou're a writer? Cool shoes. Me, too (kinda, sorta). I know for a fact, however, you gotta whole lotta intelligence behind those two ears, girl; thus, I wanna give you my finite existence: to intrinsically value the Great Beyond which I’ve learned to appreciate, to visualize the fundamental reality of infinity is why I‘m here for a teeny-weeny amount of time. Looky here...
ReplyDeletePrecisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (=so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most juvenile-lip-service, ultra-groovy, picturesque-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-some-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing our catch-22-excitotoxins. Cya soon, girl…