Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Rust I
One by one the light bulbs go
like dust silence settle across the floor
from cracks and crevices the unfound grow
thus begin a night of laughing sorrow...
A puff of phorus
Yellowish glow
the torch of the wanderer
dampened by shadows
clinking pouches
slightly hunch
beneath the arches
crept the Gun
twirling sawdust
fluttering webs
creaking rot
wheezing breathes
like dust silence settle across the floor
from cracks and crevices the unfound grow
thus begin a night of laughing sorrow...
A puff of phorus
Yellowish glow
the torch of the wanderer
dampened by shadows
clinking pouches
slightly hunch
beneath the arches
crept the Gun
twirling sawdust
fluttering webs
creaking rot
wheezing breathes
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