A Golden Purview
Talkin' Hometown Insomnia Blues
By Ryder PittzPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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hymns on the cattle trail
roll off canyon walls,
they seep through the trenches,
disappearing as poetic leanings
turn toward lower art.
the rock explodes and stretches
from borders deserted and paralyzed,
concrete mountains usurp the valleys,
casting aside the ale wives on the street.
atop the golden lookout
roams the ghost of buffalo bill.
he's restocking the gift shop shelves,
concerned for his bottom line.
I came to dance in a sea
of interminable making, yet
with a blink and a glow
go the stars in my eyes,
for I cannot mold my hometown,
no, it has birthed me.
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About the Creator
Ryder Pittz
Poet, Traveler, Student
Constantly awed by the power of Humanity
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