Do you hear the rattling of hollow bones?nBirds! They make their homes in the trees above.nnAs she went on, she was.. he went into details.nOnce and once more, I scraped my fork.nnThe sun setsnThe city slipsnWInter hatchests slash itnThe house collapsesnReading, watching, and collectingnI got clera on the radio.nn112 days stood the walking deadnListless voices singing hymns.nI sing along while she respondsnBy playing flipbook with the photobooth stripnStanding like a gnomonnMeasuring shadows in the evening lightnDrip, drip, rain, rain.nWill we ever feel right again?nnThe sun setsnThe city slipsnWInter hatchests slash itnThe house collapsesnReading, watching, and collectingnI got clera on the radio.nOh no, you dit-int.nBut it begannYou turned aroundnSome sunday someday andnWe were standing, not movingnIt was like this, it begannLike this:nnDo you hear the rattling of hollow bones?nBirds! They make their homes in the trees above.nThe sun setsnThe city slipsnWInter hatchests slash itnThe house collapsesnReading, watching, and collectingnI got clera on the radio.nOh no, you dit-int.nBut it begannYou turned aroundnSome sunday someday andnWe were standing, not movingnIt was like this, it begannLike this:nnWho's got the muskets? The monkey's building caskets.' Said,n'Who's in? 'tih, you're a hooligan, you're a boook'n, you'renstandling like a gnoman,' said, 'NO MAN! No man, you must be fookin' jokin' ' said, 'who is?' said, 'YOU is, 'n I'll soon show younthe bizniz!' said, naw man, naw man. Naw man no! Naw mannno. Nuh-uh uh uh no.' n