Blocks burnt out like firewood,
Where once framed a childhood,
Old brotherhoods, in boyhood,
Light up my mind like fireworks,

A lure hangs like a fishhook,
Skitters the night sky like a jig would,
Victims of liquor -
Linger and bark like driftwood,
Under street poles and buildings rooted like redwoods,

No flora, no growth,
no flower beds 'round,
Rock blossoms these grounds,
In this trodden hometown,

Bars flower corners,
And bloom in the peak,
Hours of the night,
With the moon and the creeps,

Beer bottles seed the crop
To off the next spring,
And like gallows, they hang,
Leashed to the drink,

Neon streaks seep through that one and only tree,
Lonely old leaf sets sail to the streets, 
Devils sit in silence, on the curbs, never cured,
Pilots surf heaven's turf, of a horizon, unsure,

Through the courses of the stars,
Travel tourists from afar,
Beyond the lights and the clouds,
Over my hometown,

Kicking the gum off the bottom of my shoe,
Sipping some 'til the bottom's see through,

Who am I, and what would I be,
If I could see, me be anything?
If I could be anywhere,
Where would I be?
Anywhere but here.
Anyone but me.