Gardens

[fuckyeainxs]

i heard dogs last night outside my window
i could have sworn its been months

its all making so much sense these days
the ways the birds fly and how the potholes are never filled in the spring

i tell myself every afternoon i am going to move from these hills and towers
but the trains no longer run, and noone knows of such a thing called petrol

i still find snakes in the garden
and hope at the most obscure times