I wrote this poem back in October 2004 when I was preparing to leave the Buffalo, New York area for Los Angeles. I was surprised by the amount of misgivings I was having about this chance to "reinvent myself" and was thinking about why this was so. The "dysfunctional messiahs" refers to the allure of "fortune and celebrity."
Not surprisingly, I returned to Buffalo after eight months of living in what I had come to call "The Land of Artificial People", the San Fernando Valley.
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