Bookends

Do you hear the rattling of hollow bones? Birds! They make their homes in the trees above. "As she went on, she was.." he went into details. Once and once more, I scraped my fork. The sun sets The city slips WInter hatchests slash it The house collapses Reading, watching, and collecting I got clera on the radio. 112 days stood the walking dead Listless voices singing hymns. I sing along while she responds By playing flipbook with the photobooth strip Standing like a gnomon Measuring shadows in the evening light Drip, drip, "rain, rain". "Will we ever feel right again?" The sun sets The city slips WInter hatchests slash it The house collapses Reading, watching, and collecting I got clera on the radio. "Oh no, you dit-int." But it began You turned around Some sunday someday and We were standing, not moving It was like this, it began Like this: Do you hear the rattling of hollow bones? Birds! They make their homes in the trees above. The sun sets The city slips WInter hatchests slash it The house collapses Reading, watching, and collecting I got clera on the radio. "Oh no, you dit-int." But it began You turned around Some sunday someday and We were standing, not moving It was like this, it began Like this: "Who's got the muskets? The monkey's building caskets.' Said, 'Who's in? 'tih, you're a hooligan, you're a boook'n, you're standling like a gnoman,' said, 'NO MAN! No man, you must be fookin' jokin' ' said, 'who is?' said, 'YOU is, 'n I'll soon show you the bizniz!' said, naw man, naw man. Naw man no! Naw man no. Nuh-uh uh uh no.' "