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cyberpunky city jungle

I am in the golden triangle

fighting off goons

but I'm not a ninja

sometimes, I do not

know if I'm

in Osaka or

Nagoya

or Burma

but wished when

I get old

I'm in Okinawa

we live in this

kind of heterotopia

in a kind of

third space,

but I am suspended

like in an ukiyo

dimensional place

calm ripples,

not a tsuboniwa

silent drift of living

just taking this

slow pace

in another sordid

place

of alternative space

Big Gash

I am in a Tokyo,

Osaka, but

not Kyoto vibe..

in New York, New York

City lights,

dimmed city

cyberpunk vibes

Not exactly

Paris or

European

Civilization,

But American

Slicing it gingerly

in tight, close-knit

spaces

I dropped my

sharpened knife..

a type not

shaped like a chef's

therefore falling down

awkwardly

that left me thinking

thoughts just now

Sinning, working, vibin'

like my taped, covered

thumb (a band-aid

solution) on my right hand

A slice of Neo-Tokyo

life, in my illegally

converted apartment

unit