HANDWRITTEN PAPER WALLS
Once I saw the handwritten paper
walls I said 'Was this place ever a
prison?' There were cryptic messages
the likes of which I'd never seen
before....and, oh, the filth! Red inks
and blacks. Unfiltered drawings and
perfect schematics. I could see every
woman's leaf and limb.
-
'This must have been a real carnival,
once.' I said that to myself, in the
sort of mutter you figure no one
else will hear. 'What happens now?'
-
The big guy with the green cigar
answered. 'It's all coming down to
make a new subdivision, two new
roads here too, for people to get
in and out.' I said, 'Yeah, I bet the
locals have heard all that before.'
No comments:
Post a Comment