Who am I ?
I don't think I can remember a time in my life,
when I didn't feel
like my physical being was put here
at the "wrong " time, and in the wrong place.
I've always felt a very strong affinity
with the Great Plains Indians of the Wild West.
Like maybe in another time,
I was a great Indian warrior chief,
or at least the son of one.
Too many Saturday morning cowboy movies in the mid 50's
with my "Grandpa Mac"? Maybe.
I never wanted to be a fucking cowboy though.
Let's face it, Rex Trailer was a pussy.
Geronimo ... was a bad-ass!
For as long as I can remember,
I always felt like I was out of place ...
on the outside looking in ...
misplaced, displaced, disenchanted and disaffected.
Searching my soul, and searching for my soul.
Always looking for something
to "connect" to,
identify with,
or be part of.
A reason to believe, a reason to belong.
I soooo miss ...
the isolated but limitless boundaries
of the imagination of my youth ...y'know?
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