(no subject)
i see roads to train tracks littered
with cheap wire hangers by the hundreds
moving slowly in the wind, i see spheres of three colors
interchageable in the grass room where martinis keep pouring
all night.
the men stomp their feet,
hungry
and as the night goes on the stomps grow louder and louder
until they are all you can hear, until you can hear nothing else
with cheap wire hangers by the hundreds
moving slowly in the wind, i see spheres of three colors
interchageable in the grass room where martinis keep pouring
all night.
the men stomp their feet,
hungry
and as the night goes on the stomps grow louder and louder
until they are all you can hear, until you can hear nothing else