a change of scenery

i need a change of scenery.

tired of riding by
the same old buildings with
the same
old memories.

some bitter, some good.

the restaurants,
the old
haunts.
the playgrounds of middle
age.

fatigue has set in with this place.
i know the sequence of every light.
i know every stop sign,
every bum on the corner
with a sign.

the burb
in the middle
of nowhere. there has to be
more.
please tell me this isn't it.

what kind of life is this.
culture?
what culture, what literature,
what art,
what poetry exists?
it's like a zombie apocalypse
around here.

it's at the intersection
of hell
and purgatory.
you can't miss it, but you'll
wish that you did.

so they pull you out in the end
on a stretcher.

they come
for your things, they empty your bank accounts
your funds,
your savings that prepared
you for a tomorrow.
that never came.
someone drives away in your car.
some one takes your dog
and gives him another name.

it's crazy, this life, how
it strangely began,
how it even stranger ends.

visit now. call now. don't wait
until one of us is
in the ground. let's figure
this thing out. get out

while we can.