My ears as well as fears hold symmetry among the squeals of bus brakes
Aligning with the water coves accumulating along these streets I dabble timidly towards work
Hoping the our sun is forever gone and hidden, rays still pierced the cloud walks above
All while gazing out of a glass shield thickened due to bullet crowns
They are trophies marking the one who stay hidden like our today sun

A knobby kneed, crooked back, gimp mimic asked me for a smoke today
With turmoil of disgust, yet somewhere inside my freight-less morals and empathy filled heart, I felt sad for this creature
She discussed her where a bouts of why she was to travel to the next bus terminal
She discussed such events that lead her to use crack ******* explaining so tediously
how this man and that man were her men charging 30 bucks a ******* of their *****
Along with the fusing bubbles spewing from each corner of her split lip and infection bound mouth,
I gathered my thoughts, where as she ***** money..

When I see humans of abnormal disproportions
I automatically want to classify them as ******
As guide myself onto the metro, repetition daily
I choose my seat accordingly
only to discover that the B.O stench of the sad
non-hygienic human before me has left their putrid for me to taste

I call this death of my Cilia

body stillness in the guru lake
a breaking flake of stables and horse flies
decomposing mouths and carcass, mouths and cries
sand bags on his feet, she flees

now recovered from the guru pond
fast evaporation
bloated disposition
no goal of death position



(laughs)