Saturday, December 1, 2012

If You Come Knocking

If you come knocking, hoping to tempt
my soul, leave your dope, your crack and ecstasy at home.
You are a fool, with your red, red mouth.
But build me a house, set a chair in front of the window,
where I can watch old people pass with their genial wheezing
and kids wave manically with sticky hands,
and I am yours.