by James Walsh and Louis B. Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
Deny your place on land
When we were
Speeded up
To this and... .. .
Iambic pentameter
Panameter
Whatever
Open up your window
and tell me the sounds
that you hear outside
Another train@
Hear the sounds of the
m,
Who is to say that they're true/
Clinging to your skirt
I am the parasite of this town
two by two they rise up from the earth
a side of face
right up, up to
I am the parasite of this town
Trying a face of a mask, I
I travel far in sin
Over to the station bar
Take a look, you may see me in a cloud
For I am the parasite that hangs two by two
From your shroud into the
Past we meet to say there's only
Another page
To turn.
Editor's Note: The preceding was a collaborative effort between James Walsh, and Louis over a few virtual beers in a virtual pub.