Ghost Town, USA
where dreams come 
to die
recent construction 
makes way for our 
graveyard of dreams
and hopes
my tires skid
along the edge of a 
bike path to nowhere
as I at the empty eyes 
of our soul
bare now
except for a few pieces
of Gallery "art"
and a cheap blanket to 
hide our home away
from home
part of me
part of us really
is left there
ingrained in the ( Read more... )

It's been a long, dusty road for each of us. Not one of our little clique, gang, what have you, is in the same spot as last year. I'm not talking physical locality, although that's also true ( Read more... )