2.7 From the Deep

by Eric Chaet

In the city of millions
a few aren’t asleep.
Some study papers
while some pray
& weep.
Some walk
the pavement
tho the danger’s
well known,
like a dog
in the alley
obsessed by a bone.

In the morning
the coffee
smells too good
to skip.
They flirt with the want-ads & chew on their lips.
The last deal is over, they’re once again free
to find a new vessel, or sink in the sea.

The same drab apartments, the same glistening dreams,
the same pushy madmen, the same babies’ screams.
In the city of millions a few aren’t asleep:
once more to the surface from the deep.

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Picture: via Humphrey Davy 5