it starts to collect and grow
in
the ticking minutes post midnight
the first shadows of decay
the final rays of sunlight
the high speed crash which stifles
the laughter of every joy ride
the corners of the room where no one sits
cobwebs creep and cluster
causing claustrophobics to cling to one another
afraid of public restrooms
yet accepting of strangers embraces
as the blind man hears a train
and thanks god he can't see it
for some sounds look more hideous than they are
it festers as
the house grows lonely
the lawn becomes unkempt
the kids have grown and gone
the dog has died and decayed
beneath a short white post
reading in peace resting
it finds every home
and every bone
and every body
and every dashboard
and every beginning
and especially every end
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
it starts to collect and grow
in
the ticking minutes post midnight
the first shadows of decay
the final rays of sunlight
the high speed crash which stifles
the laughter of every joy ride
the corners of the room where no one sits
cobwebs creep and cluster
causing claustrophobics to cling to one another
afraid of public restrooms
yet accepting of strangers embraces
as the blind man hears a train
and thanks god he can't see it
for some sounds look more hideous than they are
it festers as
the house grows lonely
the lawn becomes unkempt
the kids have grown and gone
the dog has died and decayed
beneath a short white post
reading in peace resting
it finds every home
and every bone
and every body
and every dashboard
and every beginning
and especially every end
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