Still At Home

A sea of blue, gold and apathy,
a homecoming celebration too
goddamn late, a day wasted
in a wasted place, which is not
all that ironic like a Catholic
bastion broadcasting below the
Mason-Dixon line, a place where
false hopes and false prayers
and false songs are laid at the
feet of false deities, it's not a
wonder that the progenitor of
the MILF called this place
a pit dedicated to universal
pencil lead, and with the high
rate of the adult-onset malady,
it's a wonder why this place is
shaped like an old Eastern Bloc
republic bordered on the north
by a twelve-pound medicine line
and on the south by a parallel
four more than the universal
number doesn't have a bowl
of macaroni and cheese as
their national symbol, but
this place is a burning ship
fractal so that idea might
come up when the neophyte
bullshit artist becomes the
chairman of the board down
the line, and as a footnote,
the children in the drum circle
didn't impress the extended family
all this much.

And they that are
the sane ones
secretly sign out
and leave the lights
on to pretend that
somebody is still
at home.

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

wow. a downhill ride on a burning philosophy train while eating national mac and cheese. and I like the word "fractal"

it has a badass meaning...and it rhymes with pterodactyl.

you're interesting...like the cheese whizz version of a dictionary with a conscience.

think I'll read more.

[Ed Hart]

that's a big bowl of mack-an'-cheese to be munching down without taking a breath

[Branch Isole]

Glad to know that stewardship (or prisoner of the occupation) hasn't changed much over the past 30 years regardless of the geography, as described in this poignant piece. [Rah!]