Welcome home
to such a foul
homecoming,
to such a return
and place of
common and
past.
Of memories
once again
no more done
until the time
is right.
No time but now,
not so but
forever always as
such always and
of death so
not so and forever returned
and of
This place, this
place marked
both true
and such
a history.
Why the anxious?
So of stress.
What so can be
broken of an
urban upheaval.
Crossing annoyed
paths in so called
recreation.
The contrived fog
only hangs by
a rule of thumb
and a rude
word of state
of mind.
Stroke of drunken
concept and
always of that
forelorn stupor.
By the judgement
of the so
and reaped and
sewed and revealed
by federal laureates.
A note of urban
song sung and
repeated in the
soft wake of
the escaped and
departed.
Such of false
and concrete
romance of
Californian lifestyles.
Old yet not traditions
are passed down
the decades
of why known
yet never.
Only such an archaic career
can be made?
Asked only in the paid toll
of the Berlin booth
and italian throwback.
Caused by
cigarette highs
and old friend like
enemies.
Long drafted and low
but known.
Undrowned despite darwin fish and
dangerous genes.
Heated drives of
such unwanted
thoughts and insomniac
demons.
Prepped only by
their loud calls
of non worked
beacon of will and only of
the will.
Only time in such an impossible
stride and urban
flow.
Will, only in lost disciples
forbidding dry banks.
Ended,
and ended once
and always again.
6/8/11
James J Jackson 