On An On An Lawn - Easy Buffalo Poem by sean north

In

Hallways full of emptiness
sorrow through the door, seems
now always looking for someone
who doesn't come no more.

After

These people are gone
helped by these winds
their traces moved on
their faces got gone.

Now

Windows full of wickedness
worn bedrooms full of dust
are busy always looking for
that one someone to trust

And

Cisterns full of senselessness
strangers on strange stuff
are somehow always thinking
that's that that's enough

Only

Scene dying in midst daydreams
end with that sighing in mid song
seeing how this grass you knew
dUz jiSt, withered up and g0ne.