Mrs

mrs
& mr across the way are kind of
afraid)afraid
of what(of
a crazy man)don’t
ask me how i know(a he of head
comes to some dirty window every)twilight i
feel(his lousy eyes roaming)wonderful all
sky(a little mouth)stumbling(can’t
keep up with how big very
them)now(it tears
off rag its
of
mind chucks away flimsy
which but)always(they’re
more much further off)further these
those three disappear finally what’s left
behind is(just a head of he
is)merely(a pair of ears with some
lips plus a couple of)holes probably that’s what
(mr & mrs are
sort of really
really kind
of afraid of)these(down pull & who’ll
shades