Paper receipts
long and lost underneath
the weight of new york streets
Flying with bent wings
and dollar sign tattoos string-
ing all over, lurid with numbers
and of course a signature
Names gliding up above metro
trying to touch the airplanes-
sorely losing,
and cluttering the gutters,
deeply hungover
the power lines and moreover,
just waste to the wind.
They fly like a flock and clog
the blue, blue sky with paper chalk
making quite the milieu of
money spent but not enough.
- Author: Noveyre ( Offline)
- Published: May 27th, 2019 23:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
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