each time
in the lowly streets
i blink
for every smile that looks me straight
the sun rises remissly
subdued by the lecherous night
elevators start punching the thickish air
as ropewalkers take the stairs
one of who
after perishing beneath the beastly morning rushers
putrescent by the sidewalk lay
cold in his own tepidness
sniveling heavily over whose headless remains
the woman who blinded me everyday....
ah... sublime!
ReplyDeletewe just begin to see clearly when we get blind...