getting closer to
more human than what it means to be
&
with all the distractions possible
thrusted upon you in the neon city
one finds themselves focusing
on their own private
obsession---
just what is it that makes you tick?
just what is the name of the monkey on your back?
what is it that you can’t shake
that makes you like the rest of us all?
that which your “god” can’t save you from
as no “god” can save you from
yourself---
and this center
is where we both meet,
without anything left to block us from our own
personal destruction &
smiling all the way to the
bank.