4/11/09

Empty graveyard echo
click clack attack
empty chair empty spaces
where have the crickets gone
where have the dreamers gone
where have all my friends
I never knew their names
and they were only my friends for a minute or two
but they all had click clack cricket legs
like fourteen years culminating daily
minute by minute
without the crunch and mess
dead crickets
relocated crickets
taking the click clack
on their back
staying on the attack
in the tall grass far away.