I place my bet
on strings pulled
by the sun.
crows in their
black plumage
are silhouettes
suspending
mustache sunset.
my pockets are
empty—
no lint,
crime
or cash.
I am broken
but will not run
into the darkness.
no
let me maunder
with the ephemera
of passing day.
I need a friend to
talk to.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
I place my bet
on strings pulled
by the sun.
crows in their
black plumage
are silhouettes
suspending
mustache sunset.
my pockets are
empty—
no lint,
crime
or cash.
I am broken
but will not run
into the darkness.
no
let me maunder
with the ephemera
of passing day.
I need a friend to
talk to.
