Saturday, May 3, 2014

PAD Challenge 5 3

City Stress

A horrendous headache
renders me weak, feeling like
a mob of monsters stomping
in step to the Macarena. 

Or a razor cutting
 through my neurons
wielded by curious monkeys in
sharp-heeled cowboy boots.

Or tourists dotting my mind
destined to be exploited
like landmarks worn down until
there’s nothing left to give.

A brown haze covers my vision
and my attention splinters like glass.
Thunder of traffic rattles and rumbles
until my head might explode.

I long for what is familiar as an apple
but here I am in a smoggy city
wishing for wings to whisk me away
to a cozy cottage in the country. 

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