Icarium

Outside looking in,

from the darkness of Autumn

from the flapping wings of crows and pigeons

the chiming clocks of sundays Church,

scared rats in the souars

beggars freezing Cold.

drug dealers shaking thumb

the steaming hot coffee

from the coffee shop above,

from Karl Johan to Young’s square

Oslos beating heart while Winters glow tightens

the Tigers within its soul dwels

its fjords fumy mist cloaks the dawn,

the lazy sun licks the sky,

Screams of angst and agony

of frostbite.