my urban legend

I am learning the mood of the city
its buildings still tower
against attempts to deconstruct
the institution of free enterprise;
woven too tightly together
by threads of avarice
to ever completely be unraveled

and I smile when I think of it
making eye contact with strangers
who seem somehow surprised- and
sometimes they smile back
but typically pretend
they didn’t see my attempt
to connect as human beings
because they are too busy or too afraid
always too "something"
to get involved with their surroundings

and maybe I am not as engaging
as I would like to think I am
shit, we’ve all got our shortfalls
but this place won’t change me
I’ll be damned if it does
despite the rallying of the parties
politically swaying
as their propoganda sings
loud enough to catch the ears of the ignorant;
too disinterested to wade through the bullshit
but posing just long enough
to proclaim to hold true to the issues
without even a concept of what they are

moving black spots
on a tiny island
with oversized aspirations
tread lightly
in ergonomic shoes