Men before they were boys
Hollywood as got a crush on you Brand new Oxford Brogues black shoes shimmering in streetlamp smashed beams reflecting subconscious moods glowing in Saturday evenings teenaged running rebel-nights Blakeys protecting leather worn heels, clanking echoes sounding loud our chilling graffiti stare dark bagged underpass eyes nostrils dipped in ammonia our stench of throne and territory Slightly slanted trilby hats two tone tonic moa-hair suits kept warm under serge-blue Crombie overcoats the swishing... Sign in to see full entry.