Impostors In the City

Impostors In the City

With little fanfare, breaching protocols

Mostly understood with experience—Practicing—

I arrived  again on this island, again a stranger.

Walk this way to here.

Talk this way: limp and strut: swagger:

                        Cross-wise and interrupted.

Don’t prolong eye contact

Unless you want to become friends

Or be cussed out—or begged of: or scammed:

Or made love to.

                        Here then nowhere.

                        Here then everywhere.

                                   

The rules, they change: wait now, go now.

Recollecting remnants into portals—Reshaping—

Incremental and gridded, upon bedrocks.

Walk this way to here.

Choose your words: benign silence: linger.

                        Cross-docked in fulfillments.

Observe with strangers’ eyes,

Engage when engaged then retreat

Amongst souls—on streets and sky-touching—

Borough on, love.

                        Everywhere, then there

                        Nowhere, then there.

Impostoring, fake-making: storied then,

Gathering up a temple to the mind—Reposting—

Webs and tangents and loops, pretended.

Walk this way to here.

Make word: engage joyful noise: wander:

                        Crosstown and subterranean.

Forget and see anew,

Gather docents and poets and words

Alongside other impostors—other fake-makers:

Love-pensioned, free.

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