Love For Sale
Midnight's hollow streets
Rolls Royce crushes cigarette butts
Sinful, cold drizzle of animalistic desire
Lurks on shadowy corners of locked buildings
For a price, negotiable..
Balconies bear yesterday's broken beads
A jazz musician is soundly asleep
So much hard numbness in those easy to open bottles...
It rains over useless signs: Do Not Park On Bridge!
Skid marks end in despair
A street light dies totally alone
The City keeps on pulsating hopes of togetherness
In a Midnight's hollow streets
Full of happy windows...
Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010
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