Through the streets
of potholes discovering
the sky upside down,
some accidents are commonly prone
and no side
of a road is exempted
of coming and going
a perfect chaos,
still no murder of democracy
but the wit of
gauging the opponent
on the ruling chest size,
these monsoons have started
which way is leading
which has drowned
in the thick mist of blameshifting
when the signs have moved
the end of memes,
maybe Autumn has arrived
we move in our directions.
