Mad
Poem by Manasi Patel
Artwork by Leo Wu
World
The city changes its skin
Like snakes in the summer
Shedding old posters
Onto the jagged pavement -
Tattered papers posing
Like lace trimming on the
Weary contours of
Corner shops clinging
To their regulars.
It is still outside
But something is bubbling
Beneath the dirty mantle,
Cardboard boxes stacked
Imperfectly on sidewalks -
Chaos seeping
Through the cracks.
Torn and ragged ends
that cause paper cuts,
and other agents of
disharmony in the daily
Rhythm.
The winds are blowing in
Different directions
Wailing to the masses
Shuttered behind prisms
While teddy bears
Seated at the sills
Sing “all is well”
Into the din
Can you hear them?
Sounding out like children
Against the bedlam,
Little reminders of shelter
In a place of discord.
I search for a familiar order
In the scattered spontaneity
Of poppies growing
Along the part of town
Where the sun shines.
I remember the fog
running away to the
bashful coasts
And the daily two-step
Between the light
And the buildings
Deceivingly basic
But lined with
Silver complexities.
I breathe my own exhales
These days, and
Hide my frowns behind
Crumpled cloths -
The kind that line
The streets like
Little white flags
Tumbling senselessly
Against this mad,
Mad world.