Headway in headspace

Feeling not a trace

Of a past lingering

Desperation

New hope

On this eve

Eyes up and feet down

In this rust belt

Little town

Life is short

And simple

Food is too

But somehow I am confused

How is a piece of fish

From across the world

Cheaper than one

From a pond

Right where I stand

Fish sandwich in hand

Oh great food industrial revolution

Not cheap

Just confusing

I would rather eat grass from

The lawn

Straw

Or other

Where in the hell

Did we go wrong

The food pyramid

Has been payed out flat

Turned into an oval

Of a conveyor belt

To our stomachs

Can we shut it off

Can we return to our own homes

Where all the good things are grown

Wishing for well

On a day

When we can tell

Of more coming together

Than dividing

Divine

Replaces

Sublime

The beautiful unknown

Full gripping undertow

Held spring up flow

We all have known

A few

And let go

Initial hopes resign

To solid

Logic

But a beautiful unknown

Is where we remember

We must love

To never be

Alone

What to make of the old place

Feeling more nostalgia

Then when I left

A place behind

In time

Change

We all move on

Fallen into the depths

Of a quick sand

No plan

What’s left

Of a ruined man

Falling quickly away from the

Eyes

Under a clear drawn blue

Sky

If we ask why

We understand

That you can not build a house

Upon a lie

Plan man

Ran again

With a strand

Of uniquely

Bland

Grit

And sand

All around the town

Looking around

While talking down

Plan man

Comes again