Monday, August 15, 2011

Bats.

The sky so low it hits the floor of Manhattan and
somehow that full moon closer too
leering over us
stirring Gotham into a frenzy
and yet after everything that has gone before
even Gotham's earnest despair
seems
like a grand adventure
as I sip my tea
and watch it all
explode.

1 comment:

  1. When the time comes we'll eat the bats and drink from the gargoyle.

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