Thursday, March 10, 2011

So many had written, conversed, and convulsed in these Victorian dollhouse rooms.  So many skirts had swished these worn marble stairs.  So many transient souls had espoused, made a mark, and succumbed here.  I sniffed out their spirits as I silently scurried from floor to floor, longing for discourse with a gone procession of smoking caterpillars. 

patti smith