From my porcelain throne
Overlooking bathroom tile
wall
through whose window
The Elephant Tower
built to resemble the animal
with legs
tail and tusk
and all
towers a 100+ meters
high in the distance
Below this mighty creature
allegedly containing
men and women suits
living
in offices and businesses
New Day City anthill awakens
and I hear its sound of
Metropolis traffic
A moving
yawning stretching
living body
in bed
Coffee brewing
in the kitchen
I take one last
long look
and drag
and blow a
perfect
smoke ring
at it all
I wipe
Flick the
butt in the bowl
Flush
and wash
prepare
for another
new drag day
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