Magician in the Rational Kingdom

So many everybodys

moving through the streets,

in metal and rubber,

barefoot and inked

with sanskrit

or hebrew

(I thought that was

a big no-no),

under the football

season sun.

So many everybodys

and very few somebodys.

The pitbull decade 

is upon us.

It is the age of the 

racing stroller.

There's so much money 

here,

borrowed from

there.

Instantly connected 

and evermore same.

Viral reason begets

instant progress

in this 

communication continuum.

Weber's disenchantment 

of the world

has left me 

out on the street,

stripped of my daydreams,

my only protection

from so many

everybodys.