the place

April 12, 2013 § Leave a comment

you arrive alone and
in between the getting there
and escaping the
place you escaped to
in the first place –
peace did not
descend from
the heavens

outside
the sidewalks offer up
familiar emotionless faces
bobbing on top of
the same bloated corpses
that always float by
propelled by dark energy and
restlessness

inside
clean ones in clean suits
try to out brag each other
over their manhattan’s or
mohitos or whatever the hell

waitresses hide their
disdain for these assholes
behind skewed smiles,
your team just lost in overtime,
and the Midwest has conspired
to send a cold front
right down the very street
you are fated to
walk every night

but it’s o.k.
because you’ve been blessed
with the gift of not caring
which is as close to nirvana
as you are
ever going to get

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