if im stagnant like a drawing i might as well be a rockwell

Thu, 07/09/2020 - 12:37 -- caseyrb


Woodcrest Drive
United States

for 22 hours a day i keep my teeth in and

for 22 hours a day i stay in my quaint little town

four walls around a caved in nest

patterned bees swarming around the outside

a water tower climbed by hands, graffitied by teen meaning.

at night the barn raising commences and we laugh at the drive-in

the mayor falls asleep and finds you 

sitting atop the bridge that comes down every morning

making the sunset blush.

if you're quick you might catch a glimpse of the 

what-ifs and the 

colored mutants that cage themselves in the drawer.

everything seems old and withered when the 

government officials just 

taint the potholes with blacker paint

instead of filling them in but

the gems still sparkle in the twilight

when visiting hours come to a close.

safe haven

hated ravens

crawling outside the city limits

come again soon, friend

but don't expect it to be perfect.

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