Foreign

A Poem by Broken.

No, of course we're still in Kansas

Chilling air
in the hottest heat
Sweat that pours
out my bare feet
And I'll swing until
my palms are ruby red
against the softest
piece of lead
Thrown towards
a barren sky
And all that goes away
when you ask why
So peering up
at the earthen sea
the shifting life
begins to see
The mother reads
and the children play
for what could seem like all day
and I swing
until pain
rolls my way
Smelling the air
as it begins to sway
and I know
I've made it this way
So damn the heat
and damn the rain
until another day to play
Amoungst the trees
and the swarming bees
for months and months
or so it seems
Another place
another shore
And all I know is
I'm not in Kansas anymore