Poetry, RelationshipsAt the Bus Stop October 20, 2015 smirkpretty Turning again and again towards the empty place fails to bring it any closer any faster Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreEmailPrintPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Published by smirkpretty View all posts by smirkpretty
Tattooed City by Charles Simic I, who am only an incomprehensible Bit of scribble On some warehouse wall Or some subway entrance. Matchstick figure, 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. Reply
Me gusto. Que verdad.
Tattooed City by
Charles Simic
I, who am only an incomprehensible
Bit of scribble
On some warehouse wall
Or some subway entrance.
Matchstick figure,
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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