Suburban Lovechild

Veteran Poet - 1,494 Points (Los Angeles, CA)

This Land Is Your Land - Poem by Suburban Lovechild

as turf wars go
the weapons concealed
before agendas revealed
and courtyard orders sealed
inside wetzel gooey goodness
grand central its not
maybe from the outside
but inside the buzz is low
the reverb high
lingering as smoke choking
on its own asthma
void of cache
or any semblance
of the character
chiseled into posts,
ceiling festoons
and the ethnic parades
chanting in uniform grunts,
silence and glares
required vitals from
their lost or stolen IDs
it isnt Union Station for nothing
a primal yack, spit and grin
flowing from the cakes of
baked commuters
forsaked souls
and a neighborhood watch
that drools in adoration
point a to point b (or c)
never had an intermission like this
then again
every director is the drama
they wish they could
coddle into love.

(10/30/13, Union Station, Los Angeles, CA)

Topic(s) of this poem: journey

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Watching all the crazies and craziness happening at Union Station, while waiting for my train.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 4, 2014

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