| | In October, tape a note on my door;
note doesn’t stick, so it falls on the floor.
Your five looks like an S; I trace over them.
What do I do until Sam at 5am?
I’ve time to be a ghost in the library;
nobody can see me
except the girl with a cart and her messy red hair,
but we’ll smile and never speak or share.
Your five looks like an S; I trace over them.
What do I do until Sam at 5am?
I’ve time to be a bindle in the belfry,
at midnight, the bells are ringing,
until the drifter lets go the ropes after twelve notes blare,
and he’ll pick me up and walk down the stairs.
Your five looks like an S; I trace over them.
What do I do until Sam at 5am? |
| | Posted 10/14/2009 8:07 PM - 3 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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