The art, adventures, wit (or lack thereof), verse, ramblings, lyrics, stories, rants & raves of Christopher R. Bakunas
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Homesick For Nowhere
It wasn't one of those places
Where initials were carved into tree trunks
Circled by a crude heart, pierced by a crude arrow
It was one of those places
Where everyone knew someone
Who had been taken away
It wasn't one of those places
Where friends called each other clever nicknames
Unless Asshole counted as a clever nickname
It was one of those places where
Eventually, someone would steal your bike
Eventually, you were going to have to fight
Eventually, you ended up carrying a gun or knife
Eventually, nothing would ever feel right
Hard to feel homesick for a hole in the ground
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