ron hunts snarks


ron hunts snarks  (  skrans stnuh nor  )

ron hunts snarks

barking in the darkness

of a baked bean brain

dung upon his tongue

curtains twitch

weasels on a mission

in the autumn's snores

beady, little eyes

shadows dance

gloaming in the corners

of a vacant gaze

bright lights flash

swans sing songs

marbles in a muddle

as the sun sinks on

ron hunts snarks