August 2009
1 post
People Watching/An Oral Fixation
Visiting the city again Heat and people Stuck in the mud like bees in the honeycomb Sweet crumbles of ugly smells and lough laughter Faces that change, revolving doors A wad of cash dollars held between thumb and forefinger and a man who shines old white businessmen’s shoes These things with my own eyes An elevator shaft and descend, trembling, rumbling into the darkness Pumped through the...