A Window Opened

Something came in the night
and cut up your dream catcher
with ceremonial scissors
the voyeur only sees
and it sees you stop.

The telephones
packaged sandwiches
is it any better
than dipping your toes
in a filthy river?

You still live
in a house I escaped from
and the brambles
have covered the corpses
of our youth

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s