Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2016
The town still drips
with last nights alcohol consumption,
effervescent with AWOL brain cells.
Romance viewed from the inside of a glass,
vanished in its absence.
Neon bar signs became the stargazing
of the twenty-first century
and hangovers a fast burning cigarette,
leaving romance to pile
in a duotone of grey
in the ashtray of our heartless society.
Beau Grey
Written by
Beau Grey
   DivineDao, --- and Joshua Haines
Please log in to view and add comments on poems