Down A Crooked Road

they sat waiting for

an answer

what they want

looking for the

eternal search

without stress

or agony

is like trench

warfare, no eulogies

please, a curse with

awful teeth

forget the junkies,

bedpans, pissing on

alley walls

they want flowers

in the rain, dizzy

with love, truth

that's a checkmate,

a bitter poem,

maybe a curse

All museums of fear