Hometown Blues

 
I don’t feel songs anymore.  

I only feel wanting without being wanted. 

Spending monies to break my ass. 

Standing alone, speaking 5 tongues, dancing 5 rhythms and regretting them all. 

Without hands with which we touch, we remain alone. 

To receive is to give. 

Everything is everything. 

Your Monopoly money is no good here. 

Hometown is no where is nothing. 

Broke asses. 

It’s time for us to go. 

   
 

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