The lights of Broad Street
obscenely glisten in night
echo the morning
with mad, flickering neon
upset natural balance
written on a Septa train while rolling through North Philadelphia pre-dawn.
"Strangers waiting up and down the Boulevard. They're shadows searching in the night." :D
good response!!!
Street Lights
"Strangers waiting up and down the Boulevard. They're shadows searching in the night." :D
good response!!!
good response!!!