"This town..."

This town is a maze of winding streets,

Built inefficiently, but as a form of art,

They are a testament to man’s creative feats,

And every intersection plays its part.

A college graduate, I live in what remained

Of an archaic duplex, right behind

A tiny church that never bred a saint,

And should it be demolished, few would mind.

I’ve studied mathematics, now I pass

My knowledge to indifferent adolescents

That hardly find the time to come to class,

To talk to friends and to ignore my lessons.

I read and write when time allows. I tend

To find peace in poetry, but mostly,

I like to read out loud in my bed;

My girlfriend falls asleep to Mayakovsky.