sometimes
metaphor
creates

a home

for my modern
war

fought in fashion
room
by room

the call was coming
from inside the house
busted

and brute force
search

is your only option
when you don’t know
another way

sometimes
you need a clue
other times
you need a life

but I found it
(phew)

& here we are
city center
bustle!

the public square
fascinates

ever gone
people-watching

inside yourself?

no gates
for you
to storm
you see

who walks proud
in your streets?

and who is pulled
by strings?

is it you?

fuck around
find out