Beatnic (Remove filter)
erotic agape
This gushing of love from my eyes
At the dark-haired mug of the stepped-in passenger
Ugly like a dark night with no moon
Dirty with paint and with a grin
Of pain and tiredness and incomprehension.
Love gushes through eyes and pores
Of my skin, leaking out of any orifice
At the reticent hard reality of a train car,
The suited and tied clerk fingering
His phone oblivious o...
Friday 18th November 2016 4:19 pm
Recent Comments
Auracle on The Magic in Mundane
1 hour ago
Bethany Sallis on Against the background of a Winter Sky
1 hour ago
David RL Moore on Against the background of a Winter Sky
2 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Against the background of a Winter Sky
2 hours ago
John Coopey on THE NOB NURSE 2
2 hours ago
David RL Moore on Against the background of a Winter Sky
2 hours ago
Rasa Kabaila on The Magic in Mundane
6 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Against the background of a Winter Sky
12 hours ago
John Coopey on The Gift of Words
12 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on The Gift of Words
12 hours ago