Suburban Lych-Gate Poem by Vincent Cibelli

Give me a train and an endless track,
A flask in my pocket and bag on my back;
A year gone by and more to roll,
Endless playlist jigs rock rags soul,
Laughing, thinking, holy culminations,
Circles and climaxing conversations,
Windows down speakers blaring, beater car,
An open road 'neathe the summer stars,
Flying high, mad through nowhere joints,
The beautiful world's distant vanishing point,
Past, reminescant, nostaglic inspirations
Future dreams predicting aspirations,
Present being living, love now & forever,
The lost and forgotten transcend together,
The impulsive innocenece of true freedom,
I shall raze my prison bars one by one,
Tunnel from my self-imposed cage,
Against these chains i will rage, rage, rage,
Like a cliche birds into the cliche sky
I'll open my cliche wings and away I'll clichely fly
From all these cliches and animalistic ways
Onto the endless track with my bag on my back!