a new world

i like places that smell
like stale beer
and men who worship
my filthy feet
but i’m confusing
faces in my dreams
maybe i’ll see one
in paris or london
far from the
american avenues
of my youth
where we can careen
arm in arm
through the old world
wasted on wine
and maybe find the dream
we were searching for
on that proud highway
so many lifetimes ago

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s