...proletariat rant


stuck at a carnival
and count the ducks
all in a row
that eat the cheese
from slight of hand
waiting for their
bills to grow
hung on a hollow tree
the buzzards circle
all around
when no one's friends
started to sew
the lightning seeds
into the ground
can you tell me
when about the big
dead wind took away
the mama
and blew the children
all away
stuck at a carnival
between the puddles
vertigo
starting, swirling
from the stain
falling face down
yellow
yellow snow