i visited the old house from my childhood
and it was so beautiful i almost wept to see
the cornflower blue build and the maroon shutters and the orange tree my
brother and i used to climb reaching so high in the sky we tried to eat the sun.
i visited the old house from my childhood
and i found it exactly as i remembered
the stairs on the staircase were still too steep
and the walls were stained with the memory of
absent picture frames.
i visited the old house from my childhood
and saw all the same faces in all the same places
through the window
those lovely facade faces grinning back at me
through the window
and i could almost hear father shouting out loud:
"Smile, for God's sake, Johnny, smile once and awhile!"
i visited the old house from my childhood
and i found it exactly as i remembered
but the paint was chipping with time
and i couldn't stand to see it like that so
i painted it red with each slit wrist
and burnt the ****** thing to the ground.