Waiting for a cab

[dayonfire]

That her lips glistened
in the back of a dull camero

That the trucker cap beside her
leaned back and smiled as she went down

Told me I could only take pleasure in imagining

That which moves us toward liberty
toward a unique definition of evil

That poetry replaced the invisible man

Comments

[phlegming]

I'm looking forward to the vlog for this.