grittycityprettyyour words
are strung together
like
cheap plastic beads
the ones young girls thread on to
that transparent plastic thread.
that snap
when you become too
tense.
brightly coloured spheres
scatter all over the place
like your meaningless phrases.
© elicser
“they talk down through
the centuries to us,
and this we need more and more,
the statues and paintings
in midnight age
as we go along
holding dead hands.”
— On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show, Charles Bukowski
by weegee
“in the middle of the night
it feels alright
but then tomorrow morning
oh then you come down.what if you never come down?
”
— sorted for e’s and whizz, pulp
