05-04-2019, 12:51 AM
She chased the glow of a neon sunset,
daydreaming of that faded skyline
and a luxury apartment
on the twenty-sixth floor,
while I sat with an impressionist
painting under the Whitestone Bridge --
reading his poems, thinking
that Art was finally useless.
daydreaming of that faded skyline
and a luxury apartment
on the twenty-sixth floor,
while I sat with an impressionist
painting under the Whitestone Bridge --
reading his poems, thinking
that Art was finally useless.
If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room.
"Or, if a poet writes a poem, then immediately commits suicide (as any decent poet should)..." -- Erthona
"Or, if a poet writes a poem, then immediately commits suicide (as any decent poet should)..." -- Erthona