Thursday, April 28, 2011

Urban Promise

Pale and Oaky
Dust is smoky
Cars too loud
Lost in the crowd
Roaring and awake
Love I forsake
Smiling girls
Dances and twirls
A rumba too fast
Over at last
Night still young
Salty tongue
Lights so bright
Awake all night
Eat and drink
Please don’t think
Finally to bed
Beats being dead

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