On Gentrification

 

I live and work and want

cheap rent to make

consumable experiences

for some sort of audience.

Who?

And what do they want, what do I want?

This good life,

this really good life

built

on someone

laying face down

absorbing jumps and stretching

grasping

for the top fruit on the craftsman style home in my dream/goal.

My grab is successful but the sugar burns quickly.

This tall body gets enough energy to go higher

and land harder.

I miss this time and fall

but the jumps continue

because they have to.

They have to

wait

face down

waiting

for a sugary drop of juice and saliva,

the charity of my chapped lips.