of course, i knew him back before he moved.
a wanderer, in search of some ablution,
he set out for another type of life
inside the city of dark absolution.
venality’s a strange and sordid goal.
i could not say i understood him well –
but yet a life of selling who he was
was what he sought and found, and lived to tell.
it makes no sense to me, it never did.
that is a city i have long despised —
there is no absolution to be found
but yet, it’s everyday more colonized —
i wish he hadn’t gone to where he’s at:
the man i knew was better than all that