ONE WAYA Poem by Scott Lee
Everywhere else
I come undone Crooked legs walking off the earth Nowhere is the place to be A one way street headed into traffic All the horns and sirens stirring for subtle or hostile reactions. Everywhere else plays the rotten, candy a*s beats Forcing eyes and hands to dig underground, Search my vehicle Hands in the air My CD goes undetected Plays loud only in Wilderness and basements. Buy me a one way ticket to Etheria. The people are telepathic and everything known to feel oh so tingly and different. Angels always ride for free And there's no money to be paid out to the master scammers delinquent puzzle hustle- blown out disaster blaster schemes. Get me outta here This place is beautiful But the scene is dirty And catastrophic Nothing feeds my soul Everywhere else feels shackled Except underground Where the way to silence Brightens And Footsteps prowl beyond the coffins I heard them Dancing back to life I caught the glimpse Of old friend's voices Calling my name beyond the grave. I want a vacation A one way ticket to total bliss and freedom I'm too sensitive for low, tilted mindsets It strips the sterling silver off my good nutrition It steals my gold when Everywhere turns up empty And the clowns all disappear Everthing inside Turns disabled And There's no reason for such madness No clear method to justify the means I cracked my head on ice and thunder Slipped away to breaking loudly I felt the silence pull me back. Retract my bucket full of rain Sip on muddy waters like 3rd grade antics Ditch school to climb a mountain, Let's Get to other places Watch a movie that we will always remember Let's Go buy candy bars And catch turtles For brief moments Then Release them back to freedom I'll watch bridges being built Between the unspoken bonds Of our friendship Unbreakable and powered proudly. I'll listen silently to your story And watch the fog bank hug the mountain I'll run away with you To other, calmer pastures And dance away the madness. I feel a catapulting drive To fly above the castles Burn a blunt in mid air flight And Laugh forever Into nowhere. © 2015 Scott Lee |
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2 Reviews Added on February 13, 2015 Last Updated on February 13, 2015 AuthorScott LeeAshland, ORAboutIf now and then we encounter pages that explode, pages that wound, sears, tears, groans, and curses, know they came from a man with his back up, a man whose only defenses left are his words, and his w.. more..Writing
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