We walked through.
Stingy back alleys.
Decadent
in their fading
twilight glory.
Obnoxious dumpsters.
Teemed
with rusted belongings.
We took pictures.
Discussing technique.
In depth
connected by
secret jargon.
Enlightened meaning.
Dripped
from knowing tongues.
© 2012
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
We walked through.
Stingy back alleys.
Decadent
in their fading
twilight glory.
Obnoxious dumpsters.
Teemed
with rusted belongings.
We took pictures.
Discussing technique.
In depth
connected by
secret jargon.
Enlightened meaning.
Dripped
from knowing tongues.
© 2012
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