What I See

What I See

A Poem by Ty

What I See

When in Rome or more accurately,
When I roam.
Shockoe Bottom, 28 Allen,
L'Enfant Plaza street performers,
The young Portuguesed tongue native,
Wielding a machete.
A pair of Islamic; Sacramento State-ish green and yellow Parrots,
Conspicuously nestled together,
In front of my, bustling, street city apartment.
And the badass kids upstairs,
Akin to stinging hornets and varmints.
Now Brad has inhaled the scents of 94 countries,
A nomad at best.
Shut eye, here, there, makeshift beds and floors,
Any place is home, it's all how you comprehend.
Airplanes have forever fascinated me,
And the fact that they hibernate in Arizona.
Or most depressing,
Sometimes left as a hollowed out fuselage.
Graveyards and graffiti, "here to stay like tattoos on statues."
Defining moments, why waste time?
Spectacular spectacles of where I roam.

© 2017 Ty

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This line "Any place is home, it's all how you comprehend" resonates with me a lot

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Added on February 27, 2017
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