Wanderlust

That silver stripe across the sky,
Now rare, almost nostalgic, fills me
Full of longing. I'd have donned
A mask and gone aboard to find out
Where those people went. To
Portland? To Vancouver,
Maybe stopping, afterward, at some
East Asian transfer point, like Seoul,
Before continuing toward Beijing
Or Ulaanbaatar? I don't care.
I'm keen to go. The known world
Doesn't summon me. Instead,
I'd rather soar toward the places
No one wants to visit: Vladivostok,
Nur Sultan, Toshkent, Bishkek,
Somewhere like them. I'm finished
With this dreadful land of bourgeois
Assholes, bass boats, heads
Eviscerated by TV. I want to see
What's on the ground beneath
That silver stripe.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-22 at 04:00

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