SURROGATE WALK

As I walk
My legs
Slippers on
Why the roads cry
With honks and horn
And jack, the
Lovely brand-new Car
Fuming from
Its nose

In jungle of
Metal automata
Littered
All over the road
I have lost
My feel, softest
To its touch

And I could see
Dusty look
To all the greenery
Where the temper
Is set
By the building
Sky high

I pue, my
Lacerated soul
With the deepest huff
And surrogate
My walk, to
An unfathomable land


(Pue=small voice)