Layabout

A lazy day of summer

As I stare at the flames on the street

The smell of life 

Limp like a rag doll

Crawls though my nose

I see him come..

A crimson wand he waves

And death spreads etched

Iike furrows on her tired brow

That which trickles down that winding lane 

Are beads of a tired soul

I sip and sigh

And change the channel