On My Way Down There

I love looking at their shoes, their luggage

the cover of the book, magazine they are

reading. I wonder what CD is in their player.

I wonder if they are happy they are going, happy

they are leaving or sad they are going; sad they are leaving.

Maybe they don't know. 

I love this part

this in between 

neither 

here nor there

Your body anyways.

Are our minds always in two places?


Well, here I sit in my pumpkin pie, turtleneck, cable, cotton sweater, 

my ankle length, boot cut, wish they were vintage jeans. 

Glad the Pumas were only 15.


Here I am sad, my friends I leave back at home

All that is in the direction I am going is a job,

an apartment, and school which my mind isn't really into.

And a crush, but they are easy to find.

They always leave you sore. 


So, what is there? 

Maybe I should be leaving, maybe I should be going

Boredom can't always drive me away

Although, yes, I hope it does.

I am never fond of stale

are you?

Why not fresh, with a longer expiration.

Anyway, I do hope I find a conclusion or shall I say a solution

my soul is really starting to wear. 

Lights, camera, action, sounds good to me

I'll take New York City, Boston, LA, DC. 


Oh yeah forgot about that currency

So, I look at their shoes 

wish I was in them

Maybe I would be wearing some ideas, some knowledge, some fun.


So, I say, I don't know if I am doing so much down there

In Towson, Maryland, right outside of Baltimore

not a city I really care for.

I'll take New York City, Boston, LA, DC


Maybe I should explore the streets 

Find something new


I really don't know, 

I just write

I just think 

I just head on down there to Towson, Maryland 

right outside of Baltimore,


In my pumpkin pie, turtleneck, cable, cotton sweater and my 

ankle length, boot cut, wish they were vintage jeans glad 

the Pumas were only 15.  

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