Mar 2012
It's hard to describe something close
to the smell of coffee and pollution,
but the taxi-cab infested café shows me what it's like.
The normal latte;
a crowded sidewalk;
a bright blue sky
littered with towering masculinity.
But that plane is flying awfully low.
to the smell of coffee and pollution,
but the taxi-cab infested café shows me what it's like.
The normal latte;
a crowded sidewalk;
a bright blue sky
littered with towering masculinity.
But that plane is flying awfully low.
First draft of a poem for my Creative Writing class.
I'll be publishing another draft after receiving some critiques, so feel free to give me suggestions!
I'll be publishing another draft after receiving some critiques, so feel free to give me suggestions!
