the nights

the nights are dark and angry
the days are cloudy remnants
of what happened at 12AM
the concretes a free clinic

collecting DNA
that look like Rorschach blots
which tell the story of
the same damn thing

it’s groundhog day in the concrete jungle
early the following morning
the streets are :


the stillness is beguiling
except for all the crying
which mostly flow inside
tears drip into the marrow

and slowly flood the temple
that questions its religion
and questions breath tomorrow
because god seems so unkind

to allow this daily struggle
what you don’t see won’t hurt you-
the benefits of being blind?
is not seeing walls that bind

but also unseen
is that pile of shit you stepped in
but you’ll know that it’s there
from the smell that surrounds your essence

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