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.

Originally posted 2011-06-27 09:44:28. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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