I dont know if i'll ever get out of this town.
the retirement state -- valley of guns and ammo at discounted prices.
Where huge SUVS and Pickup trucks run cyclist over as their right
the aging --just get cells that demand a lock-down -
the aging-- as much as we'd like to deny--bring us with them
to this southern state of still dreams and heat
finding us --wonder ...wander ...
pining for home....
neither here nor there
II
theres no muse --even myself--feigning muself
the lie i tell -over and over again.
truth be told...
theres no life here--no where to go
too hot--too empty --too deprived of the urban pulse
that generates inertia to claim life
to live.
neither here nor there
neither here nor there
neither neither neither
slp
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