the hole in the wall

by 312vw

June 11, 2018

I got lost in the idea of what I wanted

What I was looking for

Only I am not lost

Im here

I just got lost along the way

I got lost on the on the ship

When coming over

And when I’m in the bottom

Of the ship it easy

Too see how you get lost

My people ate potatoes

Because that’s all they had to eat

But look all the things we

Did to potatoes

That we didn’t see back then

Yeah that’s right

My people are eating

Mash potatoes, tator tots, home fries and

How can you forget were eating French fires!

I look up in the bottom of the boat and

Now I know

I am not lost

For I am traveling

I am looking at new land,

Trees, endless oceans,

I’ve got my head up in the clouds

And I’m surfing them

I am building road along the way

I am building highways, overpasses,

Airway, space, circles.

I’m creating circles.

Yeah who the fuck thought of this

Is what I think of?

When I’m driving through one

And while I’m driving I am

Seeing roadwork, traffic signs,

Traffic lights

I trust in.

I trust in these light because they are

Always greener on the other side.

And I’m seeing exits.

And one exit that

I get off on everyday

Its exit 10

Where I got to a whole on a wall.

Where I loose myself in the day

Where I listen to reggae

The beach boys

I’m not looking for anything

For I already found it

I found myself

This what my people want

This is what we came over to do

My people

And out of hundred names

Out of the thousands

There were two

O’Boyle and McDermott.

And there’s no aggie.

There’s i.e.

And I never cared

For grammar school.

Because I knew when they

Taught me that I doesn’t come after e

I began to question my name

And my grams told me

Never to question your name

Ann aggie McDermott

There’s no O’Boyle

Because my people

Dropped the o

When

Coming over

But they weren’t on the way to America

They were on the way to Cape May

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