Autumn sun,

Woman on TV,

Tells us about happenings.

In dim light,

A man listening,

To his favourite channel.

The AC's on,

Cold comfort in the room,

Work and leisure intertwined.


Devout ones fasting,

A holy month for many.

A new day,

Brings with it much news,

I feel intensely aloof.

Brightness glares,

Fingers and lips talk,

Yet there is a marked strangeness.

You and I

Were once keen to know,

The latest hype, but not now.

Flower smiles,

In marshy water,

The gardener is not around.

Close my eyes,

I don't want to see,

The rottenness of everything.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on September 28, 2007.

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