Wasteland

…. Ladder of regression

No place to go but down

….In a statistical recession

Full circle has a new meaning,

….Keep meeting myself

In the middle of the arc

….Man I gotta be dreaming

Silently screaming

….Technicolor air

Clouds jet streaming

….Wild-eyed haze,

Livin’ in a tropical maze

….Trying to remember

What happened that day

On a patch of ground

North of the Z

….In a desolate town

Called No-where.

Drifting since sixty eight

….Can’t keep my head on straight

Product of Vietnam I’m told

….Never thought I’d get this old.

In my younger days

….Love kept us going,

Livin’ free

….Talkin’ bout my Lady and me

Passed thirty five milestones

….Been quite a trip,

360 degrees hand in hand

.…Somehow the map got ripped

And we keep ending up

….With suitcases zipped

In a desolate town

Called No-Where

Never set roots

.…The Red clay never dried

Focus never returned

….to these thousand yard eyes

War fenced us in

….Or kept others out,

Now there’s a conversational drought

….No friendship crowd.

A Viet Vet comes with a few stipulations

You can’t cry out loud

….Or laugh in jubilation

Never lay your soul bare

….Cause the World don’t care

Whether you’re here

….Or whether your there.

I have met some brothers

….Under white stone covers

Where a four by six Flag

….Above a three by eight patch

Of green grass hovers

….In the dead of night

under the starlight

….In a desolate town

Called No-where.

Boon,

06/23/03