Dharma Bum

Dharma Bum

Hum drum clunking run,
on rails above a Dharma bum…
leans on nostalgia
to deepen the lightness
welcomes true murkiness
and fake city brightness.

London’s litter hides,
backward ebbing tides,
a phantom gaggle glides,
Mayan clocks tock on by
and metropolitan life

           by David Bugg (Dec 12)

This entry was posted in 2012, by David Bugg, City, Light, Night, Poem. Bookmark the permalink.

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