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There’s something about sitting 12 stories in the sky-
amongst the clouds and god,
watching the insects scurry around
in their suits and agendas-
which, by the way, cannot be compromised
by anything short of a dead body on the sidewalk-
And even then
only for a moment
All these skyscrapers will one day be mausoleums
Great towering tombs
for the hoarders and wasters
I know I will not be missed when I’m gone.
At least not in a way one would hope-
A great gathering of people using my corpse as a channel
for their shortage of attention.
But what the fuck-
It’s too late when you have a foot over the edge
and momentum on your shoulders.
Nothing left but to enjoy the ride down.
One last moment of solitude
amongst the clouds and god,
watching the insects scurry around
in their suits and agendas-
which, by the way, cannot be compromised
by anything short of a dead body on the sidewalk-
And even then
only for a moment
All these skyscrapers will one day be mausoleums
Great towering tombs
for the hoarders and wasters
I know I will not be missed when I’m gone.
At least not in a way one would hope-
A great gathering of people using my corpse as a channel
for their shortage of attention.
But what the fuck-
It’s too late when you have a foot over the edge
and momentum on your shoulders.
Nothing left but to enjoy the ride down.
One last moment of solitude
C.D.
© 2007 - 2024 poet77
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damn good point. ride!