Monotony's music blares silent screams
down a raptured eardrum. sat here
on this fracture-legged bench since when the sweet melody
of burping car bonnets from yards away,
flare the sunken voices in my heartland. now old
hammerheads, hammer and-
hammer nail-heads on a skull-stuck, loitering
slumbering thoughts- through the traffic maze. in just a snap
of these fingers, decades shall breeze past- I just plead;
to wait for my weekends.