Odd Jobs by Don Van Vliet
The rug ripped up in cloth popcorn balls the walls an old candy striped sack in the corner wrinkled black and white a table held up by legs the peeled back red enamelled mouth of linoleum screamed at the pasteboard door a knob rolled off in some corner sticky a curtain blew into a sink dead flies and newspapers charred fire brown wings and toast Hobo ain’t been around for some time the gate danced without its paint on Odd jobs is written on spiders were the window’s eyes the sun made them look silver the little girl from in back of the clothesline castRead More →