i'm from philadelphia.

no where wealthier, no where healthier.

but i'm out here caught in a wave
a wave
of instability
trying to find an excuse.

(to go home)

met a girl from south africa last night,
she took my hand and we went to the beach.

made love by the ocean.

met a girl from australia two nights ago.

we drank our faces off and I don't really remember what happened to her.

I'm sitting by the pier this morning,
feeling nostalgic;
missing philadelphia.

no where wealthier, no where healthier.

I bought a disposable camera and took pictures of the ocean,
mailed it to my sister,
and wrote a postcard to my grandfather.

I ate breakfast with a strong bloody mary
and flirted with my waitress.

I decided to go surfing after work and smoked a joint
with an irish girl who never was on the east coast.

i miss the attiude, the philth.

i miss the authenticity, and the love.

the humidity, and the green grass.

i miss my family and real italian food.

but, i'm caught up in this
whirlwind
of excess and rebellion.

escaping the reality of
responsibility;
pretending to relive my youth.

this quarter-life crisis might be too
prolonged;
missing philadelphia just seems wrong.

07/31/2008

Posted on 07/31/2008
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