small town middle america
the teenagers cling to each other
because it's all they have
the skin, and the sweat,
and the empty words
small towns -
where rust and dispair
spread like water
and things that were once beautiful
are now rotting away
the dust and the mud
are inescapable
the mediocrity,
the monotony,
is inescapable
empty beer cans and blue light specials -
broken clearance items from Sears
and mismatched treasures from the Ben Franklin
under the bridge,
life is reflected upside down
like a Monet painting
with all the colors wrong
Posted by Amanda at December 10, 2003 07:55 PM
