Oct 2023
A streetlamp flutters
then goes out.
And of many things,
this, you flout.
Some girlish laughter-
empty sound;
You are mistaken,
Thoughts: Profound.
Torn at the lining,
~Silver named~
walk me home slowly,
I've been lamed.
Barrow through burrow
to and fro,
from me to you, friend,
it's time to go.
Alone I scuttle,
dank streets my home;
Moldy and mildewed,
there-I roam.
then goes out.
And of many things,
this, you flout.
Some girlish laughter-
empty sound;
You are mistaken,
Thoughts: Profound.
Torn at the lining,
~Silver named~
walk me home slowly,
I've been lamed.
Barrow through burrow
to and fro,
from me to you, friend,
it's time to go.
Alone I scuttle,
dank streets my home;
Moldy and mildewed,
there-I roam.
Maybe I should have titled this piece "Cockroaches"? But, thats kinda gross so whatever. Also, I KNOW I ******* up the rhythm on the 4th stanza, but please, I couldn't make it work otherwise.
