Well Now, Here's a Wall...

​Well now, here’s a wall, it’s
Made of scraps of youtube and
Of arguments, it’s scraped and
Moldy, here’s a chunk of Grand

Army Plaza, there’s a cardboard
Soggy hole, soaked with ink,
There’s a plain of mirrors
And one only sees oneself, pink

And shiny, and there’s a forest
Where one only wails and where
One never sees oneself, one
Emerges feeling free, rare,

Until one hits the boiling flats,
And here’s a field of memories,
Sandy, scrubby, with a winding way,
With frogs, with fog and prickling fleas.

And on the other side, a street, 
A walkway, a factory filled
With cogs, assembly lines, stores
Filled with rows, with carboys of distilled

Water, with libraries, arches,
Stone lions, with parks where
Circles of people do tai chi,
And a zoo with a calm, contented bear.