Written by a very good friend of mine that recently visited my wonderful home town. He wanted me to post this for him, but wishes to keep his anonymity. Thank you, Mr. Anonymous. Everyone here loved it very much. 123. :)



catch me
i’m falling
through the looking glass of a child’s blood tearful lens
a paradise found
past the wasteland of deserted mines
along a two-hour drive to a world away.

you lead me to the darkened dais for destitute dreamers
seeking shelter in shadowed trepidation
feeding their hunger
in measured ideals
of styrofoam dreams.

i take center stage
hoping to rock your world before I fade to gray.
i offer my lips but you take my hand;
your eyes betraying a guarded despair
of fairy tales not meant to be.

“you can’t get there from here,” i say
to a brother-in-arms
tracking an apparition of future content.
“Highway 71 will only get you so far
and the rest of the way, well
you gotta search your soul.”

i shall not pass this way again,
though a part of me stays behind.
the mark of a jaded past
packaged in empathetic reflection.
yet i take away a much larger share
that will stay with me always.

i smile as i tip my hat
to this generation of godless gentry;
innocence lost
in a tragic cliché
of hopeless abandon
as city limits wane in rearview finality.

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