People buzzing
everywhere
no stares
and yet
their conversations
like glares
butt in
oh the sin
oh the trajedy
no peace i see
in this city
the buzzing begins
and the shaking
and grins
the moment
from sleep i stretch
and reluctantly greet the day
and oh, what a day
each day grows greyer
and darker
and dim
lost in thoughts i swim
//
oh the wind
the glorious
fresh
moist wind
void of the gaseous
grim
the grey choking mist
that with its gentle fist
slowly
destroys
outside
is no longer safe
instead it chafes
erodes
bruises
it abuses
the heart soul and mind
as if one green patch
to find
would be a fortune
and ahh to be fortunate enough
to find a place so plush
with moist moss
and slippery mud
with a bank below
in which you can gracefully thud
and laugh
oh what is that?
what is that open expanse
that makes you gasp
not from the stench
but from the wrenching
oh this is it
this is the life
and yet as you look carefully
you see the strife
twisted in the barrels
and the cars
sitting there
abandoned
under the stars
you see the people
tied to a life of one place
you see familiar
and distorted faces
lost
in their home
a place unknown
and yet precious
so as we search
for a home of our own
this gasping i find
no peace of mind
only the stench
of impossibilities.
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