(Not Quite) A Small Town GirlA Poem by kera moondustspent the weekend with my grandma in the tiny blink your eyes miss it small town of Doyle California.Let’s get
one thing straight I am not a
small town girl In fact. I cannot
stand that whole One horse One hit wonder Population 500
Backwards Toothless Been stuck
in this same rut since 1955 Lifestyle I like fast paced And new age Running on
anti-gravity crowd surfing And quick
stop monster energy In the
middle of the street blurred by high way head lights At night Of the big
bad city in which I was Or was(n’t)
born And as much
as the nos in my blood stream begs me To move out
of this what the even I don’t know Big town
small city I live in (It’s indefinable that way.) I always
find myself tied by my hands and knees To those
backwards bug bitten one horse Population 500
Towns I can’t
spend much time there though You see I’m
a sweet blood And sitting
around I often find myself chewed up Eaten alive And not in
the good way either It can be
the middle of February and I’ve still got Bites up and
down these cooked and unclothed Bruised up
legs of mine The veins
make it hard to call them pretty And trust me
when I say I’d rather have that Beverly hills Chihuahua
ankle biting at me Then these
blood sucking Mosquitos And as much
I want to say Count me
among these sleepless City folk I still find
my sage brush scraped legs Chasing lizards
down a street with one lamp post And those
scratches don’t fit in On fast
paced dirty City red curbed streets © 2013 kera moondustAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorkera moondustSan Francisco, CAAboutI’m Tori =) Kera is an alias, so do call me by my real name. This is usually where I tell you about me. I’m insane there aren’t many questions on the matter. I love life don&rsqu.. more..Writing
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