Saturday, November 17, 2012


search for relevance

awkward fumbling confusing lost

pertinent to what i have no clue

sit on ice cream churns manually cranked

the swelting humidity of gerogia julys

making the rewards worth my frozen ass

banana it was flavor of the day

beneath the white oaks on dusty ellis street

where georgia granite and mortar incased the

the knotty pine of my childhood home

gone now

progress they say

we always did want an underpass

and as the years flowed and southern railways

strung longer and longer delays for folks trying to

reach the wrong side of the tracks

change came

leaving me behind

searching for constance

in a world of crumbling granite

jrw 11/17/2012


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