Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Bleak Street

Bleak Street

Said she didn't know
where to go from this blasted
street with all the broke
down cars, the spilled oil,
and the starving dogs chasing
the few remaining
cats and rats.

Not one
honeybee left in the land
is what the guy said
before we killed him.

Said she didn't know how to
get up the old grit
now that the canned goods
have run out, not even now
that the cooking oil
is all used up. Yea,
she has started to look at
me with a strange glint.

‎April ‎22, ‎2014 6:57 PM

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