the skywalk system
takes me anywhere I need to go
but eventually I end up exactly
where I started
and I stop and wonder why
down below real people
walk city streets
hustling against the grain
fighting corruption & congestion
and extreme temperatures
somehow at peace
with the uncertainty it brings
december two thousand nineteen
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how do I replace all the friends
I’ve lost along the way
at what point will it be the end
of the road for me
it’s silly to dwell on such thoughts
but sometimes ego
unexpectedly takes over
suggesting I fall to my knees
road signs keep cropping up
further and further from the city
expanding the time it takes
to find inner peace
meanwhile I sit idly by
counting virtual dollars in the
palm of my hand
waiting somewhat impatiently
october two thousand seventeen
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golden skeleton key
wrapped around your neck
designed to unleash spontaneity
while keeping the monsters at bay
magically vanishes in the feckless wind
inside the madhouse demons slash
and poke with razors and needles
fingerpainting false memories on
invisible doors and lasering
new keyholes with a blazing white light
march two thousand fourteen
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