senile crowding

Written by: Andrew Gallagher

-  cold
the sky is crowding in my thoughts they’re on - 
             they’re on - wind

they’re on	       
            museums (?)

and other places –
          that make me feel –

like other
	    people –
		don’t consider –

what I consider –

	that they
		 have –


 	and fraternities,

	and –          -  weeping willows!...

there’s a place –

	for every spinning wheel,

	there’s a place for an ultimate demise,

there’s a place – 

                            for every number and every prime number in between.