Fish hide in the earth
lurk the roots
of great trees
*
My skeleton
thinks about you
still, in sleep
*
(nothing but
a doorknob
but nothing)
*
I stare into
a gutted STAPLES
and its dark consoles
Fish hide in the earth
lurk the roots
of great trees
*
My skeleton
thinks about you
still, in sleep
*
(nothing but
a doorknob
but nothing)
*
I stare into
a gutted STAPLES
and its dark consoles
