Dec 2016
I am a town wherein nobody lives.
The residences have long sense been vacated.
The "Cah-caw" of the crow crying ******
Echoes through the crevices of my skeletal structures.
I am alone,
With only the tumbleweeds to move me.
The residences have long sense been vacated.
The "Cah-caw" of the crow crying ******
Echoes through the crevices of my skeletal structures.
I am alone,
With only the tumbleweeds to move me.
First draft of a poem I am working up. No title, yet.- (artists are more prolific at night, I guess.)
I will probably include it as an opening spoken word stanza to a longer progressive art rock concept I envision.
I will probably include it as an opening spoken word stanza to a longer progressive art rock concept I envision.
