PD Lyons BOOMERZ & ASYLUM SEEKER
I live only in memory.
The day to day does not inspire me,
Only wanting to sit here and think of what used to be
Strung out on the drug America.
Safe only in my own home,
Locked doors, paid taxes, insurance policies protect me.
TV-petrol- chemicals nourish me.
People not like me, outrage me.
Late night pharmacy
Sword less angels
High price pain free
If you walk this river
Nothing will ever be the same
Sea birds unlike those my infant daughter took delight in
Under the bench
Hard heel clothes
Looking for anything I used to know
This is not the city I once visited with my father
Now only souvenirs wishing to forget
People speaking languages I do not know
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