Alleyways creep into my shoes

thewestofwestreview:

On to the streets of flat feet,
I’m searching for you:
I’ve called in my favours,
Haunted the Vietnamese sandwich shops,
Drank dusty bottles of beer
Wrapped in gold foil in Chinatown.
It’s hailing now as I pass the massage parlour,
As ice pellets evaporate before my lips,
As alleyways creep into my shoes.

- Patrick Gray, from “Christ, another Private Dick”. To read the full poem, follow this link to The West of West Review.

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