I feel the pain but not sure if I will ever know it. Hope I don’t, hammers down, people drop to the pavement as life drains to the sewer. Morbid I know, but mimosas for some on Sundays and others, nothing. Roxbury is twisted into a convoluted confluence of guns and hate, power struggle, cops bumble their way to the scene of the crime, gun buy back way back. Money in the North end, back bay, Boston Strong but not for everyone. Chambers emptied in more ways than one, judges decree the fates of people shrouded in inequality, even in these modern times, crimes perpetrated by those instated, crushing existence leads people to load up, not grocery bags but those mags. Not reading but the bleeding of others, into the hearts of everyone. One love lost, forsaken, and at what cost?
five oh rolling deep on west walnut, park…don’t know whats up, down there, sticky air with humidity, city rife with sirens, no not like the greek ones beckoning people closer, son of zeus people rolling on deuces toss it up, glamorous least of all, the hot weather brings out the sounds of summer, not the summer time sadness, the menagerie of a song not long for this world, firstly problems present, themselves when you least expect it, lowered, expectations, not mad, tv off, lights on. And as I slip into a spiral of words misplaced, I wonder, if this place represents my life, should I take flight to some open space, filled with trees and a cool summer breeze, crackling flame and fireflies, crickets only a small aspect of a symphony of natural relaxation. Grass under the toes and slipping into bliss, away from the concrete slabs and overpriced Billy Joel concerts, music packaged into status symbols, drums beating to the sounds of unattainability, you tell me about gentility, ha. That’s funny you see, me I don’t want to look at it like that, matter of fact I’ll take my hat and hit the trail, green visor and all, filled with a new venture, capitalizing on the real things in life
I want to run far into the woods, deep into the comfort of shaded escape.
I want me feet to carry me to a place that few know, splashing mud onto my legs, faster, slower, around bends
I want to run fat into the woods, and let the birds be my i pod. No hip hop, just humid, beautiful running. I don’t run to stay in shape, I run for serenity and bliss. Once you find it, it is very hard to extrapolate yourself from.
Losing yourself on trails unknown, running with people and exchanging tales of epic adventures, that is what it is all about. Keep on keeping on. One step, two step, three step, four step.
If I leave here, I know, I’ll never know her the way I want to. That’s why I’m staying. A siren to be sure, but, I really don’t care. I would steer my boat into the rocks if it meant one more song. Floundering about in the splintered wood and brackish water, with angelic sounds, a lost boat would be worth it. The temptation of something beneath the surface is of little consequence, I know that it is a far fetched idea, that resides in the cobwebs of my mind.
how far do you chase a dream
mirage like it may be but
when the line is blurred between tangibility and
further afield than one should be
how far do you let the pied piper drag you away