Overnight, on a highway:
It’s a crystal castle,
Delicate as love
On a midnight escapade
Down a busy London street.
Thump thump
Is my heart,
My radio telling me without words,
Traffic hazard lights
On a steep incline.
I’m not bad,
I’m just dry as a desert rose,
Hot as an exposed armadillo,
Wandering like two lone buffalo,
Not much to say,
Lonely to the very hooves I stomp,
Dust and hunters hunting.
Tag: London
Long Tea (day 1362)
You had never been to London,
Though you worked a crooked game.
You had long lines of a lonely lover,
You were always on my mind.
There were singing birds passing
Sky high to be always better,
You shared thoughts of sweet memories,
You were always on my mind.
Your fingers opulently touched
Every line of each note taken,
Supple lips of secret sensations,
You were always on my mind.
Sweet tea of lemon ginger.
Black jeans with broken leather.
Foreign food and I knew better,
You were always on my mind.
