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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