We walked
through dusty streets
surrounded by
an oxymoron of roars
and purrs
from animals we call engines.
Animals that crawled
and clawed
through stratums
of uncomfortability
Momentarily
relieving
us
;
calling it awkward.
© Hudson Biko
We walked
through dusty streets
surrounded by
an oxymoron of roars
and purrs
from animals we call engines.
Animals that crawled
and clawed
through stratums
of uncomfortability
Momentarily
relieving
us
;
calling it awkward.
© Hudson Biko