we apologize for the inconvenience ... back in two weeks

 

 

 

past jars and cycled

worlds

plastered across the silenced

echoes that spill

alone

 down

streets of blackened spice

 

resigned

wheeled

spun

 

our loaded memories

our hands clawed and hung

on the locks and bars

of an empty tattooed space

it's closed

all

closed

and we apologize for the inconvenience

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

through the lanes

Walking as a stranger is always an interesting thing. No pre-conceptions, just reflections on a different window.