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so I descend

wishing to traverse time

Hemmingway drank here

with a cast of ne’er do wells,

pirates and twisted characters

but the color and flavor

altered and diminished

by tourists eyes glued

to hand held devices

complaints about hotel pillows

irreparably destroy the mood

I’m drinking craft beer

out of a souvenir plastic cup

so I have to own the moment

that I’m part of the problem, too

I look across the street

at souvenir shops

guessing they weren’t there

when Ernest was getting plastered

and regaling his court of misfits

It occurs to me that

a great novel isn’t going

to be started tonight

Maybe we’ll just settle

for a whiny ass poem

about how much things change

I can gripe about modern life

and all its folly

and skillfully omit

how much I’ve also become

an epic part of said problem