Through gritty, parched eyes I squint, As hazy boulevards wind ceaselessly ahead. The soupy June air weighs heavy on my shoulders, A cruel curse befitting of a cruel hour. I snarl and thrash and seethe. I pray for a swift end. Highgate lovers, swathed in crumpled bedsheets, Gaze down from high windows in dreamy, post-coital …
Urban Fox | Christie-Luke Jones Read More »
The post Urban Fox | Christie-Luke Jones appeared first on Best Poetry.
Go to Source
Author: Best Poetry Online
