sâmbătă, 9 noiembrie 2019

Bigcityrants

We live in an age     of light
Much of it                   neon


After much elaborate consideration
I have decided
That i will consider it


Punk angels
Having shaved their wings they had to find
Other ways of getting high


In the metro tiredness disconnection sadness & malcontent are bobbing their heads
Considering whether they should get out
at the next stop


At the green light two strangers begin a walk towards each other
Whatever is the street they are crossing,
they smile shyly towards the middle,
touch lightly and kiss.
The light turns red the cars start honking-
what now?

I honestly hope I harbor no more hope

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