Saturday, January 08, 2011
Time Out
I looked out the window
and saw a city in my mouth:
London.
“Fucked-up, guv!”, said the cabbie.
Your Hot ‘n Sour Soup. Your queuing.
Your weather like breathing a slice of salt beef.
I looked out the window
and saw a city in my mouth:
London.
“Fucked-up, guv!”, said the cabbie.
Your Hot ‘n Sour Soup. Your queuing.
Your weather like breathing a slice of salt beef.
// posted by George Manka @ 12:03 PM 
