Monthly Archives: November 2014

Sidewalks end

Peace, Love and Patchouli

Down concrete slabs
Road from my childhood
Broken now and crumbling,
Store fronts tattered
Covered for sale,
Empty business
Scenes so unlike
What I recall.
Roots burst forth
Even through the strength
What seemed to last forever
A shell of its former self.
Faces unknown move by
And the tired eyes show no hope
In this tired town
I do not know this place
Unfamiliar sights greet my mind
What I remember as a child
Bright days and fresh paint
Only a distant memory.
Where the sidewalk ends
And the circles begin
And peeling houses
Sagging with the weight
Of another day going by
Sadness left behind
Deep within my heart
For what had been
And what is left

I drove through my hometown the other day and was shocked and saddened by all the changes I saw. Time waits for no one and houses seem small…

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She is switching, I can’t stop her,

Scratching deep inside my head.



She is twitching, Now I’ve lost her,

Has she died or gone to bed?



She is singing, I’m ecstatic,

To the world I will be wed.



She is screaming, my sleeves fell,

I sold my wounds and we lay dead.


By Eleanor Brooks

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