Left field upbringing
Center mound crowd singing
Oak tree green monster

Peel back to find
Just before the Gothic church bell chimes

Vine street park
Dope fiends leashed and their substance bark

Two blocks left
White
Skin of porcelain
Black
Hair correlate fair
Brown
Eyes bound ties

Such wonderful friends
But we live on opposite ends

Her
Child like innocence
Side stitches
Common cold laughter

My
Long nights
Personal fights
Not sure what I'm after

She has problems too
I know
Parallels

What built this place
Forgotten

Breakers stopped
Creaking and rotten

Now
Coal hill playgrounds

Grey matted barrel pump parties
Stumble
Past the smell of gas and groceries
Find the path
It's etched in all our memories

Five for your fill
Arrive by nine
If your cool

Ghost
Community sense only known
By spirits of splender past
So most

This town is going to the birds
They said

But to me
It's already dead