Don't remember what
It was
Or used to be
Before it was renewed into
Modern technology
A kitschy site for
Poets
A haven for wanna-be's
Like a Cedar Tavern
In a green wish village
Online
Friendships made
And loves were lost
But, cozy,
And now dark and hollow.
What other place but
Here could you ****
Into an ashtray?
Or get drunk
With travelers
Blind poets
And masked intruders
We could agree
To disagree
Because it was
Mostly family
We adopted
We became accepted
First time in our lives,
For many,
Now all those faces so familiar
Are replaced on the wall
With just ----
Dashes
No names at all,
I recall them.
But here,
Now into a metropolis
Where strangers hang out close
Packed but alone,
With young names
Lots of Faith's and
Hope's,
Alexander's and Popes,
Edgar would turn over,
Young faces
Xbox accomplishments
As their praises,
And the skyscrapers of progress
Block all light from the
Sun.
And you can howl
All you want
Never to be heard
And the bar
Itself
Torn into pieces
Is in storage
I've heard
Someplace inside
The backroom
Of the CVS
pharmacy
There now
Goodbye
Hello Poetry