The days melt together
(Disfigured buildings, dripping candlewax)
Lungs solid as cobblestone
(Hot concrete pooling at your feet)
Loose rocks jarring the doorstep
(You answer the phone)
Scratch the peeling paint;
(Static breath at the end of the line)
The receiver clicks off like
(The lighting of a match)
Something listless and sinking;
(Liquid glass dribbles down walls)
Those deadly, comforting clouds
(Burn the bowing couch)
Circle round your head like
(Vultures! Vultures! Vultures!)
Something listless,
(And sinking)
YOU ARE READING
Nonsense
PoetryAn infinitely growing collection of poems that are written spur of the moment as a result of whatever phrases or ideas are floating around in my head on a particularly productive day. They will rarely, if at all, make sense. (These poems do not hav...
