I'm inclined walking your streets
to say something that sounds bigger
than the phrases on the reclined beggars
paper board
and am distracted before I speak
because it's easy to assume eloquence
should be reserved for the landed
folks like you
and me brushed aside in your wake
on your way to make a deal or
appraise someones made stuff or maybe just
to catch a train thing
in some epic fifteen second triumph of
taking steps two by two and slipping
between sliding doors like a
greased shadow,
but it occurred to me, while wishing
this place was all hillocks and bluffs and
"fucking tourists" with nothing better to do,
that it's easy
to say the best foundations are made
with healthy sized bricks and
the best bricks come from hard baked
and thick stacked shit
and completely miss the fact
that what is built on that foundation is really
built on what went into the slurry before it became.
Folks like you
