Pubblicatoil Mar 30, 2019 in Poetry Box






“I have seen the world

through the thick glass of the windows

millions of cars and solitary,

maybe desperate souls stuck inside

thousands of wheels sliding in front of my eyes

I feel bored, exhausted

I dream of waving the white flag

I dream to get out the car and run

in the middle of this motionless army

idiots, smartphones and windshields

metal boxes , one next to the other,

wheeled cages with smart animals wearing make up

I should get out the car and climb on the roof instead

goddamn cars

I don’t know I’ve ended up here

trading a third of lifetime for sitting in a fucking car

I also pay for it, vat included

Who feels like an idiot

he’s an idiot,

no doubt”