Grime

I don't write poems really. This was just something to waste time with. Probably sucks.

Dirty, grimy

Choking on smog and

Tripping on tourists.

Busy, crowded

Nowhere to walk and

Stuck in traffic.

Across the state-line

To home.

Trees, blue skies

Fresh air, mountains.

Trees, 

Trees,

Trees.

They are so boring.

Author's Note

This sucks this sucks this sucks. Perhaps you've noticed that I really have no idea how poetry is supposed to be formatted.