Worth Visiting.

Written by Phil Lamkin

Middle aged in my twenties

Die young like those who raised me

Tempting is the return to the youth I abused

See what’s left to reclaim

But the front door’s woodgrain has been painted

It sits ajar in the suburbs, from my stalled car

I can’t tell if it’s half closed, or half open

It’s red stain blanked white, washed away

Like old neighbors and memories ——

Graves, the ones we make

And the ones we lay in

Aren’t always the same but they’re…

- Worth Visiting. -