A smorgasboard of all things I desire
I expect this city to deliver
Breathing, pulsing
with an energy that has the seams of these old buildings
fit to burst forth from every wise weathered crack
I should be overwhelmed
visually. aurally.
I should be drinking from the unholy chalice
of supposedly sinful art and a sense of belonging
But all I want, my dearest friend
is to converse with you
in person
and smell your words
though I guess I will have to settle for 160-character blips in the airwaves
You inspire me
one against the city
you are afterall, the last man standing
laughing
never sarcastic
just clueless
And with so many options
where do I fit?
In this three dimensional game of tetris
I am but a single block
I want to forcably rip a laser
through the accidental fortress I have built
self-imprisoned
I don’t know how to reverse this
I am slipping
on a linoleum slope
lubricated by my self-involved privilaged anguish
that is desperate to unleash itself upon the next poor unsuspecting ear
Still striving
aiming for the stars
I attempt, today, a literary masterpeice
and instead churn out
a self-indulgent word salad
