I wrote the following for the River Muse winter writing thing in January.
URBAN FOX
traffic sat nav midnight heat
bleeps the cell phone when she
comes
tarmacadam manic street
god knows we don’t know who’s won
cold and lonely why oh why
chills not thrills bright neon
lights
make up runs into his eye
secret urban fox at nights
snorting naughty cut cocaine
motorola masks the sound
from his chauffer driven brain
bumping thumping spinning round
home's where he should phone and be
brooklyn six nine five four three
20012013
