Anomalies
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1 min readFeb 10, 2017
I hate anomalies
I hate the butterflies
on concrete trees
I hate that amidst
the engine heat there is
sometimes, a cool breeze.
I hate the lonely tree
on the river of tar
and right next to the kitten
a puppy in the dump-yard.
The canal of cars,
and the smog that it leaves,
I hate the sigh of relief
my city breathes
in form of a flock of birds
released from the smog.
I hate it when the moonlight
shines brighter than the streetlight.
I hate anomalies
It bothers me to see
a jigsaw piece forced
in the wrong place.
like a smile
on a sad man’s face.