Locked me to the core
Mortared bricks with your name
Garden's poisonous offering

Climbed up on top of you
For inspiration and fame
In black tie and hunger strike

Rolled down your skin
Got back up, rolled the same
Summer's heat became an intruder

Transients come and go
Foreign tongues unevenly tame
Slithering down your inside corridors

Descending - ascending traffic
Constructing territories, marking claim
Leaving remnants along your slabs

Gathering of photographic thieves
Meat banquet, witnessing game
Hearing swallowing voices, sitting once more


© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.06.09.21:36:02@130BklynNYC