Daybreak(Poem)

Huge crowd
of heroic biscuits
ready to be sunk
in the coffee-Atlantic.

Non-performing legs
in compulsory walks
with 6-inch mobiles
in arms.

Crossing off
lovely latitudes and longitudes
with steps of a Roman soldier
on terrace.

Breathing in
metallic fog.
puffing out
junky carbons.

Looking out
at the snoozing streets
and the
parked cars
stationary in their postures
much alike
the mathematicians with their
salty equations
I drink
the holy water
from the pond
in the plastic bottle.







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