Friday, March 20, 2015

The Hatchback of Notre-Dame

As I reached
the climax,
as the cadence of
my sonnet picked up
for the final yards,
I could see the
insignificant cabinet ministers, 
honking and coercing
their hatchbacks to work;
in sorry solitude, 
moored in sombre delusions, 
secluded from the love
only an early morning
spring sun shares.

Hunched over a
wheel of less fortune,
towards Notre-Dame,
from Tuglak's ruins,
towards false promises...
The forgotten
ugly bastards
of a Millenium City.


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