Dark Leaves Form A Thread

Susan, the truth is,

sipping sherry branded by moonlight's just a game people are playing tonight.

Seriously, terror advances...so

Sorry if you should find me

thinking of only the things that I need.

I've been living in America in churches of greed––it's sick!

No, it's cool.

You go. I'll stay,

perfectly at home with this dread.

Dark leaves form a thread!

So,

should you still want me

you can find me down at the café,

a little bit too busy being served.

Sworn enemy of the waitresses there,

a late September sunlight travels through her hair––it wants to be seen...

Nah, it's cool.

You go. I'll stay,

perfectly at home with this dread.

Dark leaves form a thread!