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trapped inside this city of mine

I am a stranger in my own land
cast aside like stale eye candy
wrapped in my own shame

I sit half-naked on the curb
a stick in my hand
drawing circles in the dirt
and wondering
who will save me this time

if only I had taken the ho chi minh trail
with those crazy americans
back in sixty-seven
my misery would have exploded into
millions of pieces
and I would now be looking down
on the wonders of the world


february two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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