Sleeping in a small hole

Sleeping
In a small hole
Where to sleepwalk?
Where to dream?

The touch of a wall
Make of
Flowing hands
That walk in chains
Your raisin mother
In an empty vineyard

A culture squeezed
An economy that lies

It’s everywhere
In the capitol plan
Like a crust of poverty
Around the monuments of humanity

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012