Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Friday, May 30, 2008

stalk does timber

they’re standing at my window-
skulky and
tapping at the glass with
twiggy fingers

i see them leaning with the wind-
nimble statues
with stationary
feet
unfit for pedestrians

i hear their call through the wall-
howling and
coughing,
choking on air,
a rustling throat clear

they whisper in each other’s ear-
linking arms and
mourning
those who’ve fallen
with knotty eyes gone sullen

1 comment:

CASINO*TOWN said...

good shit. good. good.