In a Greyhound Terminal
By MorganLikely
I have climbed aboard my steel belted radial
Greyhound bus to Reno
transfer destination: nowhere
Goodbye for now Portland
Farewell you City of Roses
Until me meet again
I will miss seeing you beneath the Burnside Bridge
Itching to make that angry score.
I won't forget you on Hawthorne
Walking solitary confinement
As you struggle to mix in with mock intellectual pride.
I will nod in fond rememberance of your vain attempts at artistic living
On fire one moment
On ice the next.
You tried to tear your self apart with sexual crisis
But in the end too scared to commit yourself to anything so deviant and complete.
All along you were poor in both spirit and posession
But your friends were beautiful at giving you the benefit of the doubt.
You are the mirror which reflects the pain of living.
In every city there resides a different aspect of your self
A new essence of ego
That one can only get to know with endearing patience.
All we have is time to sit and think.
As the sun sinks lower towards the trees
We count the distances of rolling green fields
That are as empty as our hearts.
Portland, Oregon
April 25th, 2002