it’s
not that i’ve gone away
from
the dark streets of decay
i’ve
just changed the way i stay
i
no longer drink
throw
up in sinks
i
no longer smoke
i’m
almost a dweeb with half a joke
except
that i live on edibles
high
all the time
it’s
cold tonight with wet surfaces
but
i’m feeling fine
walking
i
love my romance with the night
i
did try to change my perspective
thinking
somehow it would be corrective
but
this world i drew for the chosen few
reveals
all the clues
for
even a dimwitted detective
and
so i’m walking
the
homeless are coughing
black
is the distant sky
and
i write on this wet autumn night,
“a
summer ago
in
the heart of the city
a
homeless man died
in
a world without pity”
and
i continue to walk
steadfast
in my belief
of
no relief
not
even a mortal
curtains
and portal
pretending
to be
the
oracle of oz
giving
guidance to gullible
i
give no point of view its due
hope
does not spring eternal
nothing
more around
than
what you already see
no
chance at liberty
because
your reality
is
merely perceived
and
so i am focused
on
me where i am
without
reason to be
i
don’t give a damn
there
is no cure for the human condition
there
just is
and
then there isn’t
and
that’s all there ever was
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