This city is crazy 

this city is brimming 

there is always something



people walk with crinkled noses

and with scurried steps

with the voice of the screaming heart

those spires of the skyscrapers piercing and pinching

 the heart of the sky

which bleeds on the people

who bet their life on the beauty of the alabaster moon

You cross a women 

You cross a man on the sidewalk 

his head tilted and twisted like a dead sparrow

light of the phones

lightning up their dead  sullen eyes

and marred soul 

waking up to the ping of the next message

dreams soaked and broken in the 

morning tea

like the drowned pieces of biscuits

and broken sidewalks 

are crushed under the feet 

when your head is stuck in the sky

but the heart is rotting down below

Can you smell the stench?

Photo by Charl van Rooy on Unsplash




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