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