Wasaic

Clear here for last year's first Wasaic entry, and

here for the second, and here for the third, here for the fourth.

Here in Wasaic
rhymes with Pasaic
feels more like Paramus
I'm an ignoramus
when it comes to geography
am struck by the memory
of sitting in the past
waiting for the last
train warrior pick up
then will come my turn
till then I write, taciturn
wonder why I’m here
what is real, what’s venere
I wonder wonder who am
wait for my train