Gum speckled stains on slabs of sidewalk
As I saunter and stumble back to my base.
Drunkenness negates loudness, negates culture, negates art, negates a sense of self…
And I can’t seem to find my dreams-
The ones I thought had grown
Deep roots in solid concrete.
Think they’ve been lost within
The cacophonous sounds of sirens,
The smell of urine,
And dark alley ways of self doubt and indecision.
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to see
A reflection of belonging in this bay,
Or if I’ll ever be able to surrender
The life I’ve created in the river
Under my bridges,
In the only port I’ve ever called home…