-where is my mind
-my home city.
Dusty hallways with scrunched eager faces wooden floors and chipped radiators,
angry fist poems,
delicate steroeotypical prom darlings
;created to let me down.
Running through the aqueducts of the city
and tasting poverty
at first as an outsider
it seemed so enticing,
i was so foolish.
The hollow points of silence, aloneness, infinite yearning and burning.
Some first metaphysical freedom within one's own mind
and initial inklings of madness also.
fighterplane engine maker, bombs and rust,
new suburban enterprises as always,
rise and fall
rise and fall.
Those loins from which i basically sprung.
Best bring yr track cleats though when trying to outrun the past and wichita.