Poem: Somewhere, We Mean Something


Somewhere, we mean something
A vision from the East
In a town that gave so much
It only has the least
In a Rustbelt wonderland
Where rails and water meet
We smoke in secret basements
And lament beneath the streets
Voices heard in Wisconsin
From a city on the edge
Doing art and making music
In clandestine pledge
Everywhere, there is nothing
But ideas in our heads
And from afar, we do impossible
In a town that feels dead
There is a spark beneath it
And from far, it glows
A light that’s in a darkness
In a town nobody knows

©2014 James Takeo

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s