Silently Smelling

My cuffs gather the dusk’s dirt, I wait alongside Albert’s dog; The sentry of the rain stares at me Like I was a resident of the bog. I have a murderer beside me, She’s sitting with quite a sad look; “Ants ants they are everywhere!” I wonder why she wrote that in her book. Belinda waits for me in a gutter, She wants me to bring her flowers, But rubbing my back against a wall, I throw her obsolete coins. In a palace of glass, I drink Wine and medicine with ice; In a palace of cloud, I sunder Like Salvador at his funeral’s brink. William worries o’er me a lot, He is afraid of my carelessness, He writes on melting air with lots of thought, “When wilt thou return again?” The gems, the drugs, the pages, All wait for me in groups of wrongs; Yet, here I am, silently smelling Of antiseptic and incomplete songs. -Pin Dew (01/05/2017)