Say, When is the Next Bus to Bohemia Coming?

I'm sorry. I'm not fond of anything
That is conventional. I don't like
So-called “comfort foods” or look-
Alike suburban homes on quiet streets
In neighborhoods where everybody has
The sort of job which would seem worse
Than death to me. I can't abide a tidy
Room with prints of sunsets on its
Walls or those within it who spend
Hours watching shows on their TVs.
I dislike a weedless lawn, and anyone
Conservative in politics or dress
Or any other aspect of her lauded,
Riskless life. I want spice, outrageous
Color, messiness, and neighbors who
Pursue absurd, unlikely dreams,
And live in homes built long ago.
Their affluence or poverty are not
Of any real concern. What is is that
They're interesting, unconventional.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-28 at 17:06

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