The night has no eyes
Blind to my indifference
Neon flashes like lashes
Long and curled
Half drunk
Half willing.
Laughter and anger echo
Like a bird in flight
Swooping high and low
Perfume fading
Lisping..wisping
Greetings and farewells.
Taxis horn impatient
The meter altered
The long route taken
Maximise profit
After midnight
Now becoming day.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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