torn labels

a villain steals in th dusk
red apples
from th orchard of my mind

seems to me like th seams of th scarecrow
are coming undone as if
he could tell

and a maiden is fingered behind a curtained window
( blamed

sh went into th sea never to be seen
sh was always sick
sick on leave

as I followed her through my dreams of autumn rot
sh was loathe to love
anyone but th villain                    in his black blue fields    [and along came roland

burningly in               sodium light  explosions        & w/ ease                    his flight
                                                                                                                     upto th tower

as th crowbaby  in me was like wait

at dawn     roland sweats       in th thick stream of white sun / roland sweats

and I quietly hunt
my stolen apples 

# posted by hardyf : 08:40