Sometimes
In corners
I spot
Them
Like
Strindberg
When
He
Was
Old
Oh
They’re
Dust motes
I say—
Foolish
Thinking
Dead
Trickster
Neighbors
Hang
Around
Sometimes
In corners
I spot
Them
Like
Strindberg
When
He
Was
Old
Oh
They’re
Dust motes
I say—
Foolish
Thinking
Dead
Trickster
Neighbors
Hang
Around