Dear Neighbor,
Stranger:
Follow the lines
Of the painted concrete
and
Surprise !
Your life catches up.
Are you
Disgusted?
At all you have
Accomplished
In x millions of seconds?
:
Follow the lines
Of the long painted road
And fly
Off your seclusion,
Onto fatality
And the image
- The imagined image -
Of a social self;
Of Success.
The prettiest of dreams.
The most beautiful of
Impossibilities,
When you do nothing
With your seconds.
When you follow
the Painted Concrete.
YOU ARE READING
Neighbor
PuisiAnd you'll never feel The touch of primrose, or the breathing of trees By your back. You'll never feel; For you never knew To try, Dear Neighbor.
