August 10, 2010

City

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 8:45 pm by bizarrerhymes

Above the muffled traffic

Slow moves the acid breathe of noon

Mist moth-soft towards the light

with it’s headlights singles out a face

Near the trees a shadow bends

And picks a cigarette-end from the ground

Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates

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