Haze..
Silvery slivers and silent silhouettes
days blurring into a smoky haze
gazing at distant shapes
crushed cigarette butts
smouldering spiralling
downwards in a daze
ashy thrashy tips
of left-over lovers
and a cappucino
in bed.
days blurring into a smoky haze
gazing at distant shapes
crushed cigarette butts
smouldering spiralling
downwards in a daze
ashy thrashy tips
of left-over lovers
and a cappucino
in bed.
Labels: poetry
Selected by Pincushion |
14:44 |
1 Comments:
"Left-over lovers" is GOOD! "thrashy" should perhaps be "trashy"?
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