The Tourist Trap

Ryder Pittz
Nov 5 · 1 min read

situational ecstasy
slams me like a door
a door of glass windows and
oakishly
hyperbolic hallucinations.
it’s midnight in lower downtown
and approaching is the gentry,
keeping awake the populace
with night terrors
consisting of high rent condos
and sushi restaurants.
My arms are tattooed,
covered with parking attendants
and used bookstores,
panera breads and
slam poetry readings.
old school bohemia has
become the new chic, but
the wanderlust is only possible…

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Ryder Pittz

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Author, Traveler, Poet. Disciple of Springsteen. Just trying to keep the wheels on the ground.

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A wall of emotional venting, short little notes to share with the world. Poetry and small little pieces of writing will be published here!

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