sans elegance not trying for
just words told in the daily
senses a tale told when
tall trees make their escapes
and long faces
on the streets concrete
stealing the sun buildings blind
all shadows
hiding in alleyways and parks
not there
the greens taken westward
nothing left but fake plants
wild roses wild anythings
a **** growing is a
miracle
there in the neon blushing the
iron closed gates the broken windows the anythings
foisted down can be rusted old told
as the factories old men
on the corner left
forlorn
***** stolen drifting as well as can be
as could be known or told told by the swollen
ankles unkempt sides of the boulevards
running
not to here
but through
and how did you expect it?
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
sans elegance not trying for
just words told in the daily
senses a tale told when
tall trees make their escapes
and long faces
on the streets concrete
stealing the sun buildings blind
all shadows
hiding in alleyways and parks
not there
the greens taken westward
nothing left but fake plants
wild roses wild anythings
a **** growing is a
miracle
there in the neon blushing the
iron closed gates the broken windows the anythings
foisted down can be rusted old told
as the factories old men
on the corner left
forlorn
***** stolen drifting as well as can be
as could be known or told told by the swollen
ankles unkempt sides of the boulevards
running
not to here
but through
and how did you expect it?
