Appearance and Speculation,
shallow ways of seeing and judging,
move on cold cement and stern faces.
Self-righteously stepping over
disintegrated gutters,
with noses held high.
Superficiality marches on bona fide means,
racing to an end that misses the point
of circles, of influence,
and of why people gather
in the first place.
Frustrated by what lies covered,
un perfumed noses see originality
passing through the drain to brittle pipelines
passing through the drain to brittle pipelines
clogged of fruitful lovers.
There is greatness in the gutters,
accruing the undervalued,
under sung,
depth and dynamism
which noses racing to the top have forgotten.
