poems written on the fly

Urban Evening

In art, bad poetry, literature, poetry, seb, writing on 25 June 2007 at 8:15 am

The chrome sky shimmers lightly
attached to the cars’ antennas
I am walking home
my head full of radio waves

  1. Dude,
    Dat chrome sky might indeed remind us of radio, live transmission. Yeah bro, got me ? As the other mate used 2 sing: Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
    Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
    We would have a fine time living in the night,
    Left to blind destruction,
    Waiting for our sight.
    And u no wot, buddy : we could dance dude. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. djn