Catamite
09-12-2013, 01:58 PM
Out of the window there was brown earth salted with snow
some houses popped out of vast space like bats, occasionally
a racing stripe of road cut through all of it
till the train moved
past city proper
A couple their English slaked with a European drift
sometimes a hand slipping to a knee or thigh;
and I did not mind their seeing me glancing.
They were what might I be of!
weather of my mind permitting. I looked out
to the earth again, their gathered ease flowering my jealousy.
And the picture of the window’s eye slipped between
grass and road like a fumbling hand.
Sat with my book I set up home.
some houses popped out of vast space like bats, occasionally
a racing stripe of road cut through all of it
till the train moved
past city proper
A couple their English slaked with a European drift
sometimes a hand slipping to a knee or thigh;
and I did not mind their seeing me glancing.
They were what might I be of!
weather of my mind permitting. I looked out
to the earth again, their gathered ease flowering my jealousy.
And the picture of the window’s eye slipped between
grass and road like a fumbling hand.
Sat with my book I set up home.