boston
by rcribay
even when sunny/clouded in perpetual gloom:/i sit on wet bench.
I wish I could convey on paper
Thoughts the way the appear
So beautifully in my head
I want to paint a picture
With every word I say
To the amber colored street lights
Down to the gravel laden roads
To the never ending sunrise
To the waning twilight glow
Then my words grow parched
I have nothing left to say
The beautiful moments escape
And without argument
I watch them disappear
just shy of death
i wish
this lack of sleep would hit a little harder
and heaven come
a little faster
than home
take that dusty
beater
on down to the
Sparkle Buggy
it’s about time for
a change of scenery.
But if the scenery isn’t
ready to be changed
we can always
Buff it
to a mirror shine,
and it won’t be a
change of scenery,
but at least we’ll have to
face ourselves.
