jungles full of grease
where words get written
then they stop
where lives get lived
then they’re not
diminished lines
in smudged memoirs
six maybe seven cigarettes later
spitting concrete and rebar
in her dear old city of dark
her Metropolis Noir
Greetings From Surf Noir
If you’re reading this, then it’s likely that you’re suffering from wanderlust and are exploring the idea of visiting or even relocating to a…