Metro Sonnets

The Metro Stairs What Freudian brutes roam beneath these streets? Sheiks from the abyss, subterranean Movements, a shrouded caliginous beast Stalks the innocent, chanting Chaldean. Is there virtue below these cobble stoned Boulevards, a dawn in a sunless land? Is there a place for those who have atoned? A place for those who follow your … More Metro Sonnets