Some people, in the dull yellow
light of the mètro, the
glass bottle of coke, rolling
hitting the wall at every
stop
with un petit piece s’il vous plaît
un ticket resto, still
look beautiful
and go home
to empty apartments.
March 19, 2009 by timpadraic
Some people, in the dull yellow
light of the mètro, the
glass bottle of coke, rolling
hitting the wall at every
stop
with un petit piece s’il vous plaît
un ticket resto, still
look beautiful
and go home
to empty apartments.
i think you’re kind of great. and by kind of, i mean you’re my pook and you can write poetry and i love you.