welcome back

back
back again
didn't I swear
on everything that could be
considered holy
I'd never come back
here
queen city
home of the hopeless
the broken hearts
and the eternity of fools
pacing the streets
lookin
for gold
oh
home
I will call you home again
I will write
for you
like I did back then
and back then
and the time before that
oh
place of the women
with fangs
and eyes that speak
a multitude of languages
I will
be
back
and I will sleep
under your stars
the all too familiar
orange glow
hazing everything
into a murky mix
of night and day
I will know
these people
the ones
with all the stories
all
the scars
oh
welcome back
poet.


February 11, 2009 akw