Tiredness Touch

Tiredness touch snuck in and won again. A poem.

Sounds of the City 

Gravel drags under a trash can being Pulled out to the back alley Sirens wail, weeping over a soul Human or bumper I'm not sure. Drooling, the gutters above me Pool together their spit Distorted walkways become Slip and slides Obstacles of five hundred dollar Pet litter. Whoosh pishhh Tires feel the pavement Gripping at … Continue reading Sounds of the City