A canvas unheard
humanity curdled
we pass each other on our way
to anywhere else in the world.
alive here for free
the flooring for sleep
we stepped over someone's small
universe piled in a heap

Another blank slate
just moved from upstate
deserving of space somewhere
nowhere around section eight
topographical void
of the better employed
his kingdom secured
with the plastic white fence deployed

It's the them that makes us
xxxxxx nevertheless
It's the owning of things in reverse
that makes us what
possessions possess
in our dressiest dress
in the smell of success
it's the glamo