if it were a bush road
i would walk it gladly
smell the roses
should any being growing
on the verge
feel the city leached
from my skin as if an
infection of some kind
the air heavy with dew
and other sources of
condensation upon
my lips
if it were a bush road
i would walk it gladly
smell the roses
should any being growing
on the verge
feel the city leached
from my skin as if an
infection of some kind
the air heavy with dew
and other sources of
condensation upon
my lips
