On Gentrification


I live and work and want

cheap rent to make

consumable experiences

for some sort of audience.


And what do they want, what do I want?

This good life,

this really good life


on someone

laying face down

absorbing jumps and stretching


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


face down


for a sugary drop of juice and saliva,

the charity of my chapped lips.