A Viennese Walk

How do the black forests taste? The sidewalk graffiti’s all wrong It all looks like such a waste The grime clings to the bruise It feels just like breaking news They're taking you Away And into these rooms It's a slice of memory Only imagined And I have never seen such a thing And the … Continue reading A Viennese Walk

Bratislava Napoleon

Curled up like golden wire Just a stare and the whole building goes up Always a flicker, never a fire And we are all shivering, in here, holed up Between these bricks I hear the wind lurking around It makes me so sick But I swear I won't make a sound But these tongues are … Continue reading Bratislava Napoleon