Ghost Town

I wrote this sometime back while visiting my hometown in the height of summer and promptly forgot all about it.

Bad roads and the dust.
That’s all I could remember
Of this musty old town seeped with rust
I can use big words now -
Apathy and superstitious neglect
At least those were true before and firm
No more now
Cleared with last of the chaff
Would there be any sense
To treat this discontent ?
When even the intent has been burnt
And all that remains are
Bad roads and the dust.

Its strange the surprise one feels after a long sojourn away from ‘that’ place and the minute you reach there almost everything seems the same but just a little bit more dusty and just a little bit more rundown. Or in contrast you see an ever growing jungle and neon lights and what not. Call me an old gizzard but oh, how I used to hope that everything would remain just so -
Now as I’m preparing to go back again, I wonder what I’ll find … I’ve heard about the swanky new malls and the new place by the lawns. I’ve also heard about the even worse roads and mosquitoes becoming legion. Well, I’m not too sure I’d like to change the bare and open stretches with concrete even if they were barren rocks full of earth and cactii. As such give me mosquitoes anytime over the smooth salespeak of posh new stores.