Naked, flaccid, wasted...
watching the Sunset
swallowed by a landfill
The machinery has since
fallen asleep
the insects have now
taken back the silence
My mind is bankrupt
I owe
more than I own
The hourglass is a sandbag
with a bayonet tear
leaking grains
My poems are parrots
on the shoulders
of greater influence
This poem is about drinking in a trailer by a landfill.
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 3:31 PM UTC
Naked, flaccid, wasted...
watching the Sunset
swallowed by a landfill
The machinery has since
fallen asleep
the insects have now
taken back the silence
My mind is bankrupt
I owe
more than I own
The hourglass is a sandbag
with a bayonet tear
leaking grains
My poems are parrots
on the shoulders
of greater influence
This poem is about drinking in a trailer by a landfill.
