Marbles from Dirt by Lester

i know the gaping hole i followed it home past the dancing ghosts collecting rainbow bands off the floor sparking red and silver sky trails christmas music rang and failed she waited for the bus there your words fall like small swarms of bees silent and endless wandering a sad empty shell of a man rain falls from a subway rail lands in your eye and leaves a trail like a tear but its not unseen woke up feeling soaked through with the same shame filled youth bottled a small stimulant just enough to puncture the skin the eyes of unknown animals bred into captivity bolt gun pressed into her head and she's dead now steal her babies moo moo moo

• Experimental
• Philadelphia