October 20, 2015 by smirkpretty
towards the empty place
fails to bring it any closer
Posted in Poetry, Relationships | Tagged acceptance, letting go, poetry, relationships, waiting | 3 Comments
Me gusto. Que verdad.
Tattooed City by
I, who am only an incomprehensible
Bit of scribble
On some warehouse wall
Or some subway entrance.
Heart pierced by arrow,
Scratch of a meter maid
On a parked hearse.
CRAZY CHARLIE in red spraypaint
Crowding for warmth
With other unknown divinities
In an underpass at night.
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