04-20-2013, 04:09 AM
Emptiness makes meals out of stomachs in this place;
and on the walls, old photographs
documenting dumb luck and madness
in equal measure.
Outside, a dead pigeon’s opened
like sunday service:
some flies have made a church of it.
Inside, I crawl under the bed
and begin to whet my harpoon.
-Next time I see that white whale,
he’ll be sorry.
and on the walls, old photographs
documenting dumb luck and madness
in equal measure.
Outside, a dead pigeon’s opened
like sunday service:
some flies have made a church of it.
Inside, I crawl under the bed
and begin to whet my harpoon.
-Next time I see that white whale,
he’ll be sorry.