June 30, 2012

  • Gary, Indiana: A Poem

    It was like the town was genetically predisposed
    To making bad decisions
    Unknowingly dedicated to the town's destruction
    Land that no one wants to occupy
    But by those who can't leave

    Where is the tour guide
    Where is the bus
    Brochures and rusted white panels
    Plug this convention center in
    Let's dine in fine wine
    Stroll the parks
    Exhibit the museums
    Exercise the comfort

    We will dredge Atlantis
    Pick off the barnacles
    End racial divisions
    Rid the world of sweet, lethal powders
    Childhoods in the trade
    Clean the history written on train carts

    Bad decisions
    Ones related to immediate survival
    Where comets have struck

Comments (5)

  • love that last stanza, especially, N E L SON. I was in Gary one (Gary Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary, Indiana) bicycled three miles from my friend's apartment to the University where my friend was teaching...in the pouring rain...with pneumonia. Ahhh, yes, fond memories (no, really) of my youth ((sigh)).

    GREAT photograph.

  • I remember driving through Gary to the beach on lake Michigan  on US 20 with my parents and seeing the amazing blast furnaces--  long gone. It was amazing.

  • Gary is one of the saddest, spookiest towns I've ever seen. Your words captured it nicely.

  • You nailed this one! I can see it clearly. It always scared me to drive there every day to work... Potential wasted and people stagnant!

  • I think we ate in a diner in Gary in 1970. There was gum under the table.

    Gary, Indiana!
    What a wonderful name, 
    Named for Elbert Gary of judiciary fame.
    Gary, Indiana, as a Shakespeare would say,
    Trips along softly on the tongue this way--
    Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
    Let me say it once again.
    Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
    That's the town that "knew me when."
    If you'd like to have a logical explanation 
    How I happened on this elegant syncopation,
    I will say without a moment of hesitation
    There is just one place
    That can light my face.
    Gary, Indiana, 
    Gary Indiana, 
    Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York, or Rome, but--
    Gary, Indiana,
    Gary, Indiana, 
    Gary Indiana,
    My home sweet home.

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