Like fashion,
worst form of ugliness,
it disappears into oblivion;
trashed newspaper,
rustling headlines in derelict
non-descript parking-lots.
If you did not upgrade, you are history.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Like fashion,
worst form of ugliness,
it disappears into oblivion;
trashed newspaper,
rustling headlines in derelict
non-descript parking-lots.
If you did not upgrade, you are history.