The Shared Path

Wide slabs precisely laid together
Gathering oneself after the rejection
The hope is it will fade
And not lead to another form
Of catastrophic breakdown

We've kept the nature features
Strategically apart
So that your exercise is safe
Though you may always maintain
Your right to murderous intent

Trying to burst the singles bubble
She's twenty-one kilometres away
I managed the tram the other day
Even got as far as Wynyard
The AWA Building less modern now

Shopping around for a concession rate
Something deeply attractive about her
Innocent almost and perhaps sincere
No psychology visit can provide that
An apparent shortage of sand

Maybe these geometric shapes
Are as endangered as our hopes
Built a shade sail to shelter our fears
Do geeks pick up litter when passing by?
Maybe they avoid those algorithms

Today I'm the king of this footpath
My stride a worthwhile procession
Hanging on fondly to past glories
Warm winter sun on my skin
And low calm roar soothing from the bay

Documenting this fascism
While we still can I suppose
But keeping to the left
When electric skateboards hurtle by
Home before it gets too cold