The greyhound to somewhere

out of Fog City, carries

smooth tarmac dreams back

to where they began. 

Hills rise like freezing tidal wave

torment. An open-air prison for

sleep-deprived fractured minds.

 

The greyhound to somewhere

out of Fog City. ‘Exited

homeless,’ destination unknown. 

Jamie Graham is a Scottish writer on the wrong side of 40. Find him at jamiegraham.co.uk “I was inspired to write this micro poem today after reading an article about the homeless people who are bused out of San Francisco on a regular basis. “

Image: sergio casillas