jimmys62

This Town

Not found locally
Not fond of locality
When it hits
This reality
Of the city
Of what city?
Blocks
Of cement
Charity
All of which
Are
Not
Pretty.
Find me
A grave
In a grave
Plot my course
Of course my plot
Constructed
Of Tin
and
Blind sin.
Go home
To pass on
Where you were
Created...
Devestated
That you must
Fall
Were you
Stood.
And if
Just if
You could,
Place
Or be placed
To some other
Metropolis
To
Try
To
Stop this
Emotion
Of departing.
Then while gone
Those who
Were
Now
Weren't
There
To protect
And to
Object
Your crossing
And
Moving on.




p.s.- you kittens want to read my stuff, I post it on that myspace site pretty much every other day..been writing a lot lately.
Myspace name: Luthers boots