An elegant victorian, cut into sundry dens
domestic shouting matches, blaring rumble
wind rattles through, chases itself back out
hidden deeds, bruised faces, bartered food stamps
trash in heaps upon floor, smothering
many wrinkles on young haunting faces
dirt, sweat, lust perfumed bodies
bitter endings and darker beginnings
cigaret butts reducing on the porchlike my dreams, soon blown away, still burning
No comments:
Post a Comment