Its rush hour in the skies and my head is spinning
The vapour trails fade into a new beginning
Of clear blue
Has anybody got a quick fix
A chemical re-mix for the low tricks
Of a well worn weekend date?
A poetry blog
Its rush hour in the skies and my head is spinning
The vapour trails fade into a new beginning
Of clear blue
Has anybody got a quick fix
A chemical re-mix for the low tricks
Of a well worn weekend date?