Your Own Path

Divide to Tyler to Valley to Ash Coulee,

an absolute clusterfuck of nonsense

unless you possess the all-knowing

tendency of Almighty God

Seventh to Arbor to Twelfth

to Broadway to Sixteenth

to Divide to Nineteenth

to Capitol, a daily trip

through the bowels of

the battleship capitol

these are the paths

taken so the payments

can be made

once upon a time,

it was the long commute

along the concrete waterway

numbered by the year

Lewis and Clark returned

to the place of today's

race riots that

inexorably kept the

balance sheet in check

and now its from

here to there along

local concrete no more

that an egg carton's 

radius away from home

starting before dawn

is still the constant,

just like Morning Edition

emits its viewpoints

from the vehicle speakers

news and views

along Twenty-Sixth,

along Expressway,

along Washington,

along Third,

along Rosser

nourishment for the mind

and food for thought

to pass the tedious time

in this sunken place

of despair and sorrow,

this battleship capitol

that many contented

denizens call home

denizens that live along Twenty-Sixth,

Tyler, Divide, Third, Rosser, Ash Coulee

and all the rest

some live on the top deck

while others live in the bowels,

willingly or not,

medically or not

we are the free agents,

able to choose our own destinies

some get to the highest office

where the State meets Boulevard,

while others take a long trip

down Railroad to where the

convicted felons live

you are the chooser

of your own path,

and let it be

the very best one

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

so you are the one who sunk my battleship.. damn... I choose park place and boardwalk... :P
nice one... another REAL write..

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, April.

[Mary Bosworth]

Love your emotion and flow in this beautifully -penned piece!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Mary.