Malone Walks

Overhead dead
pockets full of dust
the sky is dark
tonight I’ll eat tree bark
my fingers reach out to plug the hole with water
coming through flooding the room so unbearable, I think I’ll just drown too
Gone. Gone! Are the dogs that piss on my leg.
Here, now are the rats that nibble on my spout.
The sun shines burns my face. Rays so bright my eyes are ablaze. Little feeling I had when I woke today. Look in the mirror my face is fade. Hah, a wise joke they pull on me! Little do they know I can see!
Tick tick the clock swings in pitch. Ding ding holy shit its 1!
Time to eat, lick my fingers clean. I’ll start again when the wind screams.
I once knew this fellow named Malone
who walked with cane in hand, all alone
up and down Broadway, a swing in his step
he hummed a song, and always wept
Pah! What rubbish I think.
Maybe tonight I’ll take a drink. Maybe tomorrow I won’t feel sorrow
Malone walks tonight
I think I’ll join him
Where the sun and moon no longer light
Where I’ll maybe die to my delight