*Just a few lines I wrote while bored at voluntary work*
Command lines tattooed around the nerves come to a halt
Joints freeze, submitting to the claws of the evening chill
As the rails have lead the party in front of a neon lit gate
With decades worth of conversational trees lie await inside
Surrounded by cackling crows and howling cats
Foxes screeching through the wine glass
When the elephants step over the boundaries and their tails
Melt into the plaster and play espionage
There’s a flood of dread I can’t contain
Crawling down the glass into my lemonade
Domestic Poetry 