The Tao of Utopia - An Urban Exploration Poem
Stopping far from a level concourse behind a mahogany door
to a room where a girl poses for a portrait on the floor
between a large book and a crooked television.
Her gossamer night dress hasn't been changed from in nights and days.
Sometimes hypocrisy just shrugs.
Sometimes hypocrisy gets elected.
Sometimes hypocrisy buys the platform.
Sometimes hypocrisy becomes a fucking lifestyle brand.