Mar 2014
Somewhere between
Hunter S. Thompson and
Charlie Mackenzie,
I find myself to be
something
it throws me loops.
Somewhere between
Clark Gable and
Crispin Glover,
I am stuck in
a whirlwind
of perspective.
Somewhere between
Justin Timberlake and
Biz Markie,
I sit silently
wondering how
I got here.
Somewhere between
The Waterloo Bridge and
Westminster Abbey,
an American boy
misplaced
his mind.
Hunter S. Thompson and
Charlie Mackenzie,
I find myself to be
something
it throws me loops.
Somewhere between
Clark Gable and
Crispin Glover,
I am stuck in
a whirlwind
of perspective.
Somewhere between
Justin Timberlake and
Biz Markie,
I sit silently
wondering how
I got here.
Somewhere between
The Waterloo Bridge and
Westminster Abbey,
an American boy
misplaced
his mind.
I wrote this poem on a bus in London during my study abroad in 2014. I was having trouble finding an identity among the many Londoners who seemed to know where they were going. I was 21 and it didn't seem clear which direction I wanted to commit to or even if I wanted to commit to a direction at all.
