Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Winter St.

Enter, sit and order alone
no, I'm not waiting
for another party

Outside is better
the moon wrapped in clouds
pass the red brick mills
into expensive lofts

Catch a glimpse
of the old place
a ghost in a doorway
hear indistinct voices

There were bright hopes
here and murderous hearts

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