It's sad to say but
the sight of your face
reminds me of all the time I have lost.
Faces older than they were.
Shadows of houses grow -
black teeth closing across the road.
Long yellow fingers claw between.
Golden, all the lines I have crossed
without thinking twice.
My general, I conscientiously object.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
It's sad to say but
the sight of your face
reminds me of all the time I have lost.
Faces older than they were.
Shadows of houses grow -
black teeth closing across the road.
Long yellow fingers claw between.
Golden, all the lines I have crossed
without thinking twice.
My general, I conscientiously object.
