DULL SENTIENCE IN A BLISTER PACK

the
d i s t a n c e
i
feel
sometimes
streetside

is hermetic

i am walking on the moon

~

i am the physical manifestation
of
a
wired jetlag 
attempt to relax
in a new city 
back corridor
hotel bathtub
where the window 
looks out at 
four square feet of
sunless dead brick
and where 
down two miles 
of carpet tunnel  
is
the 
front desks lobby bustle minefield 
and 
tourist tout postcard parade

and past that
down
important steps

is
an
8pm union square xmas

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