Thursday, January 10, 2008

one last goddamn poem...

on the day you
left the sky
was perfectly grey and the
streets seemed
a bit surprised
and even the weathermen were
sad and predicted
a 90% chance
of this city being
far more boring
than it used to be,

and for once
the bastards were right.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Bukowski-esque. Love it.

Anonymous said...

Such a potty mouth! :) you animal!

Anonymous said...

perfect!

cara said...

succinct and clear!

great images.