Below is the poem entitled Slumbering Routine which was written by poet
Knight-Kirby. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Dreary smogged cobbled alley
Grand pillars, beacons of trade
Scatty dilacerated forming chaotic diversity
Foaming dust encrusted skin
Every crack some wild thing
Like moss and vine a combination of time and neglect
Peering into their narrow divides
Situated together but fully divide
Like chained enemy’s facing and aware, but blind
Chimneys that bellow the toxic brew
Plastics, metals, beers, and shoes
The regimented requirement given no other choice
Pressed obligation awarded time
To eat and breathe perhaps drink some wine
Every day you are mine those palaces of labour
Those bastions of energy the life sabre
Cutting in you every day like a dog, manipulated to obey
But life’s little indulgences are ones that are worthy
The system is right and you will see
That what else could happen what else could be?
Don’t you agree that this is better than nature?
How could one complain, let’s release those capers
And brainwash our timid flavours
for bigger and bigger and more demanding Taylors
you have filled your life with the creation of man
With the elements of touch and sight
But your spirit is but a trickle of water
Misguided by an dead strain of grass
Innocent and helpless without purpose without art
You were pushed inside by a timid and ignorant fascination
Perpetually mocked and an abomination of a simple device.
Pity and shame recompense this marriage of fortified vice.