Jul 29
I can hear the gulls
Through the rain
Such a soggy refrain
And the Broken rhythm
On my sill
The rotary swirl
Of the wind
As it bothers the bins
The monster that
Empties them
Draws near.
Through the rain
Such a soggy refrain
And the Broken rhythm
On my sill
The rotary swirl
Of the wind
As it bothers the bins
The monster that
Empties them
Draws near.
