This one is about the place I grew up

Sylacauga

how easy it would be to quit your job

cut all your ties

pack up everything

get on a plane and go back home, wherever that is.

you’d be welcome to stay on the couch watching tv, shotgunning packs of cookies

as the seasons change

maybe you get a shitty job

sink some money into your hobbies

watch your once proud life fall to pieces

like chunks of sidewalk in a hot summer day

pervasive weeds push through the cracks

your mediocre happiness grows

while the flowers of revolutions wither away in the other room

thank god instead you’re stuck in traffic

staring out the window of a bus bound for greatness