Anthony wakes up early on a Saturday morning, Hears the calling of the birds. But senses the fall waiting for him at the other end of his coffee cup. Getting to work and taking the metro. Faking enthusiasm for the route ahead He leans over crowded seats, Breaking his promise not to make eye contact. … Continue reading 382 de La Rochefoucaud
Month: Nov 2018
Metro Lines #1
The metro leaves the terminus at midnight, crossing another as it begins its wild journey into the night. The bright lights, ceramic blue and white, snatch against the tunes darkness of the wild night. All around are little homes and warm dreams of orange flow and frankincense and heavy wine. Here my soul pervades the … Continue reading Metro Lines #1
