Damnation Sad
on Dusty Webs

There are stains upon the window, right beneath the spider’s cotton
Something sticky’s on the table, where ghosts had cereal and thought their morns
There’s a chill along my armpits, swearing all have walked this road before
A lamp stations skinny, in the corner losing weight
A picture of monkey on the walls are condescending
The still of a cowboy, salutes no girl, and winks his tear
A bar stool with the loose nails, and no…