by ojo05 Jan 2014
These hills have got me hugging pillows.
Restless I chew a new landscape into cheek,
A shanty to mind stirring the plot.
Dulling to the everyday romance that surrounds me,
I long to walk the spine of petrol peacock,
Each eye meeting the road with exclamation,
As Siren sings me back to my true love.
To reacquaint pen & letter might be an easy resolve,
Soon, my cities.