APARTMENTS

 

 

Apartments

Places to stay

All familiar

None of them home

 

Places have spirits

Though most can't feel them

Contacts made on planes unknown

 

A place has a presence

Something like a person

Abstract yet somehow

Direct and pure

 

Stains left behind by those who've passed through

Intent of design shows even more

 

Who were they built for

These cubicle patterns

Resembling but never embodying home

 

The children of Wotan

A nation of strangers

Living only to work

And then moving on

 

Apartments

I've lived in too many to count

Each one's left a stain on my soul

 

Anonymous places

Rented lives

Move in when it's fresh and

Move on when it gets old

 

The past is a landmark condemned and torn down

Leaving photos and memories as testament

 

Apartments and people

Existing alone

 

Strangers thrown together

Making the best of it

 

G.S., 7/3/91

 

GS: acoustic and electric guitar, vocals, bass, electric drums

 

photo: GS

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