City of Sameness

A man’s chest without nipples is

a city with no landmarks.

A massive, empty and hollow haunted house

filled with sobs of loneliness.

The desperate compass fails to

point to the heart for the dwellers.

We all get lost.

People become invisible to each other in

the landscape of the chest.

Names are trivial,

only the touch matters.

Perhaps, we do not need our eyes, nor nipples.

Live the life of the deadly blind and

soothe the skin of the living ghosts.

Every city looks the same.

Every body feels the same.

Everybody has the same.