You're a black sports car
Through a restaurant window
That slithers like dinner's not a faraway land
And the moment I sketch you
You dart away from my hand.
YOU ARE READING
Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
