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.
Also posted online @ uXu (Sweden).
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