in a small town like this, the streets
are bony fingers
that will grab at your ankles, and trap you.
these streets
that you've always walked with somebody else -
this one stroked the palm of your hand, and
that one rubbed the small of your back
talking wild of hegel and hume
and the other, was always too preoccupied
to notice you
try not to trip over tangles of shedidwhat
a wisp of cotton, tied toetotoetotoe
crisscrosed and quivering, humming
with the whispers of the waiting -
one small tug, one slip of the tongue
and they'll be tossing your entrails back and forth
over the garden fence, the next morning.
you have been warned.
are bony fingers
that will grab at your ankles, and trap you.
these streets
that you've always walked with somebody else -
this one stroked the palm of your hand, and
that one rubbed the small of your back
talking wild of hegel and hume
and the other, was always too preoccupied
to notice you
try not to trip over tangles of shedidwhat
a wisp of cotton, tied toetotoetotoe
crisscrosed and quivering, humming
with the whispers of the waiting -
one small tug, one slip of the tongue
and they'll be tossing your entrails back and forth
over the garden fence, the next morning.
you have been warned.
