Home…
I tramp the streets of my youth,
where I first kissed many a girl
who flirted with me and their school uniforms
leading the way to starched Nurses apparel
and the women in the beguiling
dazzling dress who I wished for nothing more
to be in attendance of…
I tramp the streets where teenage mood
swings caught me off guard, where the Garth
became my back garden, where an altercation,
one-sided and full of badly installed testosterone,
the first of two beatings I took, left me nearly
On My Return Home. full post(362 words, estimated 1:27 mins reading time)