smog the colour
of tourist romanticism
in yellow and pink and orange
sunsets found
in cigarette smoke hearts where
the stubs and ashes still glow
hot waves against
pavement and pylons
constructed
dream/landscape of 2 tonnes of
white lego block
towers built up by many
hands reaching up with
cameras and iPhones to grasp
tightly onto something fleeting
fast passing moments
carried by taxis
and idealism
Hello! (This blog has been very quiet, along with all of my other creative things, oops.) I'm currently in New York now for a vacation with my mom, and I've had a lot of fun just letting myself be a tourist here. It's also gotten me inspired for the first time in forever. I'm going to be here until Saturday, taking photos, and maybe writing some more poetry.
