dusty pendulums
craft unhinged rhythm,
scattering seams of tarnished jokes
and level headed gossips
through thick glasses,
resting on top of his
shining egg;
boiling with perfection
in the heat of morning news
and crisp bacon
broken bottles narrate a forlorn tale
as kids with mountain on their head
and pant skidding below the waist line
bubble up with anticipation
screaming profanities
to the street lamp, flickering.
a dog slowly meander
through the many rivulets of garbage
lining the sidewalk
where a man with ragged clothes
and heavy breath
leisurely rests with smoke
spiraling out like white serpents
with vengeance
traffic lights chase speeding cars
puffing dark poison
through pipes of exhaustion,
as they run impetuously
through the many degrees of life.
the blanket is pulled on and off
as the sky switches day and night
rapidly.
the wind pulls leaves out
and hem of their clothes
as they sway in harmony
and hoarse breaths
a coffee rests
on top of the red benches facing the scattering
crowds;
the smoke swirls
mimicking ballerinas
as they narrate the tale
of this sleepless town
pen whisks images
on papers as the morning lark
sings indolently
to the hot Monday morning.
so beautiful♥
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