Posted on February 19, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Postage Paid Mirrors jumble the city, I am lost. Thirty cents, postage paid, I am lost. Streets mood all gritty, I am lost, Board the bus, I have strayed, I am lost. The tower shadow, she fades, I am lost. Signs and shapes, my tongue prayed,[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
