Rounding the corner

Listening
to the sounds
of reality.
I will soon
round the corner,
but the "Squeak"
"Squeak" of the
airconditioner will
remain still, hanging
thick like smoke
in this tight
alleyway.
I'm thinking
of a poem
that tells itself
far from here
to those who gaze
upon it.
The cynicism
of the ages
is captured in
my smile as I
stare at those
who surround me.
It is comical
yet bittersweet;
I escape it
in my fantasies.