isn't even mine

how many miles driven or walked

in or out of town

whether or not champions

still exist in a city famous for shoes too

the blue water tower

is in Brockton

who cares you ask

someone will don’t doubt it

for a moment and no matter who fights

who and no matter the rules laid

down under the tire

and got bored with the story

at hand the designed

to depict right now as it is now

and if I am lucky it will

al still be here when I get back

how many miles before

someone sees

what I have been moving towards

all along just never knew until the dream

and brother says it might have been

an altered reality

and I think that is what life is made up

of many parts replaceable with any or all of the above

below the poem there will be a name

and it isn’t even mine…