A city of Sheep

little world I make of

some trail of dreams

from the closet they

peep into future

and then lie flat

brewing senseless cacophonies

eating my head today

my saviour can only

have this daylight to sway

I see circles forming

in the eyes of hay

my watch shows me to bed

but beating drums in heart

refuse to give way

so the thousand miles

of this ear piercing silence

could go away

on this mountain, conundrum

as I dangle on my own footprints

I realize this life

is a slow killer

with nothing to do better

just inches of heel

to rub your face

in mud forever

oh you tiny folks

in this shallow city of hopes

where reflections in water

spit on your face

climbing social ladder

how many heads away

every tongue tied

in twisted bemused parodies

here gender doesn’t matter

its story of successful machines