poem expanding on cellphone note 3

and i spend the whole time i’m here
living like a cowboy

get to the city where
you take the airplane
to find the people
looking miserable

a slab of concrete in
the middle of a jungle
and i’m not sure i’m leaving
with the same eyes
i came with

an ancient part awakens,
but there are no words for these things
and trying to force them is how
bad cliches find life

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