Carpets are a fat man
ask all the Asian parlors,
the dollars always rolled,
tobacco like furnishing, everything
even some property way out in Calcutta.
My head made it on a wall well spread,
dreams build David for her to steal
one night, when the hound is liquored in tongue.
She did, sawed it of with a single blow of baton.
Swallows and dives latter a - knock, knock
Her eyes were watery, crying
"What took you so long"?
I lifted the head from the wall of her house,
by a fast poke to the throat, and out came a scroll.
"What took me is knowing, you will not find the message for you"
It was their; first and only fight.
Thourn Whaul
21/08/06