Poems, — June 27, 2011 9:44 — 0 Comments
Going to my Hometown
Parading a musty clop along the mall;
Redbrick and granite should glimmer in their boast.
Razing a glint in bier-garten toast,
I’m jealous – their sip, lip-locked – I’m enthralled.
The chivalrous sweat in musical droves,
Saluting the weather with world-weary wink.
The steeples, serene, without rain to drink:
A clan wry, a-flowing – a city of mauve.
Borderline bubble I love you so well.
I source you for boredom, ’tis true, ’tis true,
For dryness can seem here the hottest of hells
But I would be dead if ’twas not for you –
A cynic. A liar. A lover. A son –
A soul wracked to bone mass from valley-sought glue.