Monday 29 February 2016

THE MENUS ARE IN CODE



i   
dream 
to 
travel in a cowards comfort
and
drink bitter coffees
in
the 
cafes of the world

to
smell the new fumes
of
the similar hatchbacks
in
its revolution squares
where
feral birds fight innocent fries
and
historys shadow is cast improbable
on
old 
stones

smoking
always 
smoking
al fresco like the rain


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