no one likes to wear their natural hair colour
streets smell of bread shops,
cigarette smoke
congested traffic
autumn sapor
men in power suits have potty mouths
and big bellies
women walk in stiletto heels
are getting nowhere
there are spontaneous lovers
and long term players
the
invisible trails of missing people
a man protests abortion
on tuesdays
holding a fetus poster
"you were once 3 months"
in a rangers hat
& a holy face
inside the simulation city, super constructions
rise and expand like a glass ant farm
as we
box ourselves
compartmentalise our space
and sit tight
for the launch of this corporate rocket
we know we must be empowered by
efficiency, high performance,
synergy.
ethics and equal opportunity
defined by vision and
the mission you
believed
would serve humanity
"we are not in business for dreamers
this is the place for suckers
too fat and happy to care
we only recruit followers that fit the profile"
close to the end of business hours,
cafes and bistros are arranging tables for an
evening
of magic
dance floors are swept and
booze replenished
florists relinquish their last carnations and lilies
a million hearts pound in the anticipation
of the search for love.
a setting sun dips over rooftops in pink gold
and tonight..
i'm riding the long road back to the country
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