Civilian Theater

there it is again
unlimited possibility
for those with bullion cube demons

so perfectly compressed
like those new coffee machines

not so much the machines

as the little puffy packet pods
although the machines are compact too
in some fancy hotel tomb

a generic disturbance
that might require security
where you step in

because you needed some ice

there is the view
the one you came here for
because of a postcard

shot from someone else's balcony
a million stone-throws away

before closing the door
so polite and deliberate
with genuine concern
the comment strikes a nerve

"did you lose something?"

which is actually reasonable
if you think that your open mouth
could be the natural reaction
to a foreign coin
rolling across plush carpet
and under the door
of an otherwise underdressed american

that door that has a do not disturb sign
will never reopen

not for you

and seeing it once
you can safely assume
that life is a stage

similar to metamorphosis

your suit being too small
pants too short to qualify

but your journey

ends here
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6.8.12