DAY 9, POEM 9: SEARCHING FOR THE PATH

Today’s security guard
isn’t the usual guy
his pocket handkerchief
only has three points
the usual guy (“Happy Friday!”)
has a four-pointer
and is about twice as tall
twice as wide twice as affable
today’s security guard
looks like Ming the Merciless
might’ve been his uncle
bald head angry eyebrows
sinister and untrusting look
when I present my ID
but he does let me in
and God knows if I saw me
trying to enter this building
I’d most probably be all like
“Get the fuck outta here, you”