#140 (smiling traffic lights)

the crooked smile of a stranger two seats away the smell of many sweat and garlic breath everything fades when the flickering begins I'm one seat between hundreds and then I'm only one my feet kissing wet pavement all the laughter left between red velvet and¬† empty bowls the sound of my footsteps creating my … Continue reading #140 (smiling traffic lights)



  rekindling gentle flames two men, two bottles and a tapestry of dreams I hunger for my tears' sweet relief   "I want that one!" you were pointing at a wonder no greek god, but close enough your clarity kept me at bay If fate is a space maybe it's settled within the projection of … Continue reading #15