Archive for January 16, 2011


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2011 by dc

Please sit down,
You smell of hot dogs
And suicide,

There’s a hat on your bed,
Dead birds on the floor,
Lizards haunt your dreams,

Your double-yolked eggs
Are long gone.

They’ll build you a bench
For the love that you’ve shared,

So close your eyes as you die,
The world’s pulling close.