In this turbulent city
the shrill alarm of the sun
awakens me
to kiss a new morning sky.
A thick brown cloud of smog
tickles me
to open my dreary eyes
and smell the rising dawn.
Roaring motorcars
and boisterous buses
sing a brutal song
to my distressed ears.
Grueling heavy metal
in a crescendo
of muddled thrash.
Soon faces in the traffic
snarl viciously at me
with all the shortcomings
of the previous
disenchanted evening.
Tall looming skyscrapers
stare brooding at me
dark shaded windows
laughing.
Traffic lights
are yelling at me
in enigmatic code
only gods can understand.
At the close of night
the roads are deathly silent
and I
have yet
to say a word.
THE CIRCUS . . . . . . . . . AND THE ZOO 
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