only one confused impression
a stiff and worn noose that
had been used to hang a man
spinning for a string of blonde girls
this is the alternative history
embracing the moment of stillness
the output of a cursed and dismal mind
young men and women currently adrift
swept the country like a swarm of locusts
i've made such a bargain with the devil
classified by range and by complexity
the pages thick and of good quality paper
cottonmouth moccasin churning in the shallows
one house engulfed in flames
it never has anywhere to go
though the clouds are threatening
we have done nothing but climb
a single-story building branching off
on a strip of undeveloped land
every hotel in the world had a rat or two
ugly beyond nightmares, uttering pitiless
against the backdrop of empty skies
toward a white line of vines and trees
where does a story begin?
where does anything begin?
heard the beat of her heart, and felt her throbbing pulse
boys and men came from every corner of the globe
to measure this most immortal of endeavours
when girls read everything,
why should not an old woman write anything?
