Waste Land Sonnet
Accompanying music. April is the coolest month1, breeding flies & leaking oil. ¡Plastic stomachs’ filthy fluff! ¡Mattresses with ripped-up coils! Here the seagulls sing their squawks through the acid lemon rain over rusty concrete blocks with glass shards & worthless change. Spread your arms, feel all the brine, bang your heads while ravens cry, «HURRY […]
