screens of intoxication
The pigeon man runs his private circus in the sky above the clamor
of trains, frustrations, the small broken glasses of wine
and big fights for space
There is a general and confused impression that the rich are doing it all
right
as we all of us sit side by side, traveling together,
pardoning the indifferent fur coat
while shunning the one who has less
the one in the corner offering out his evening drink.
Dogs scrapping trying to find some relief
in an ecology of only human invention.
Pay a visit to the most difficult city to live in
only to stare at gold on the ceiling.
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