state

I left an asinine impression
on the well-dressed passerby
with my dreaded hair and callous feet
by I know my destination
is no inner-city market place
of mold and rotted fruits
or the pea-stank subway
to haul me away to a gray
three-walled cubicle way high
up in a ridged steel-fingered building
I’ll ascend higher to a dimension
so far removed from this
ludicrous reality of right and wrong
and if one argues enough then ok
and sometimes a maybe
to the hard-pressed-hooker
under the spastic street lamp
or the sprawling broad, musty
in the glowing computer screen
but always a never to the homeless
man who wanders in the shadows
of his own frustrations, pushed
to the curb by the dissatisfaction
of a sophisticated society, nay
college fees can piss on me
a poor college student who can’t
afford to buy textbooks, a classic
contradiction of middle-class wealth
but I’ll transcend it all
with a scripture.