Category: poetry

  • A.m (I the) City?

    It’s the morning in the cityand it really is a pitythat the doorways smell of piss and desperation.There’s at least a dozen vagrantssat in blankets left on pavementsas the world sneers in disgust and agitation.There’s a sound as students cluck(but they couldn’t give a fuck),Just so long as they can make their graduation.Well, the police… →