I wish tomorrows bus was to a destination marked anywhere wish that every penny I have was enough pennies to melt down into an aluminum railroad copper-coated and sleek like wet paint I would be the first dirty shoes to walk across the tracks curling them back into pennies and dropping them on sidewalk cracks maybe someone out there will get as lucky as I feel when I am breathing oxygen on gravel roads maybe someone is always as happy as I am when I am the clothing in my backpack; dirty, worn, traveled, and torn I wish tomorrows bus wasnt marked Wisconsin wish that Menomonie was enough city to tie me down and make me a railroad giving people shiny new destinations like tomorrow I would be the first train to the future curling up yesterdays and giving them back to the passengers who paid for first class maybe someone out there will get as lucky as I feel to be a destination instead of a stop light maybe someone is always as happy as I am when I am someone elses tracks; dirty, worn, traveled, and scorned I know that I am not meant for one space am not ready for a bus thats trajectory is the distance between a town and my place and that I am fine when we finally part ways I am simply lying in wait, tying my shoes knotting them tightly so they dont come loose and waiting on the stop light to turn green hoping that whoever is that stop light is happy with the place they are after the places theyve been I want to be a destination, but I am not ready to be a city sitting forever on the same soil but maybe even my dust will settle after a while For now I will dream that I am on a bus marked anywhere I will jingle the pennies in my pocket as we travel past railroads I will wash my clothes at my old home so theyre ready for the day when I can finally roam.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 06:21:21 +0000
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