The Next Level

On the level

square one 

down to earth

wherever you go

there you are.

Old man on a porch with a shotgun…

young man in drag with torn stockings…

three piece button down defenestration…

slouching droopy pants street shuffle…

bag lady dragging a cart arguing with her 

dead husband …

smiling with promotional gleaming teeth…

kid eating stolen candy with a one eyed dog…

killer slip sliding through thankfully unnoticed…

hot dog vendor cart on fire.

How will you know when you get there?

How do you know you’re not there already?

If you can’t get there from here, how do you

know you’e anywhere at all in the first place?

Must be the signage.