there are two floors
in my house
an upstairs
and a downstairs
separated by a
gray and green
concrete stairwell
where the footsteps
echo and voices bounce
against the fluorescence
i like the stairwell
it's transient and
i spend a lot of
time just running
up and down it
down and up it
there are two floors
in my house
the upstairs doesn't have
a roof. it has a white
background and blue
skies. the carpet is the fluffy
enough to sink your toes into
the wood floors are
pale. there are parachutes
hot air balloons. birds.
paper planes. kites. all things
aerial swirling around my head
the downstairs has black
ceilings and a cold concrete
floor. it stains your feet black
and sends chills up your legs and
up your spine when the chains
and cages rattle. chains. cages
are mostly what's down there
and they rattle. they rattle a lot
the upstairs has a piano and
polariod pictures. soft blankets
sweaters and a coffee fountain
right in the middle. there are
puppies and yarn and the puppies
play in the yarn. but the yarn
never gets tangled or linty and
there's always a sunset or sunrise
a fresh start or a peaceful end
depending. hot tea twinkly lights
candles and old movies or shows
oh and a lake. my very own lake
and the colors! there is every
color imaginable upstairs
but the downstairs is very quiet
very dark. no windows or sun
and the only creatures playing
are the ones in the cages
knitting shadows into gray
monochrome striped ski masks
there are more things upstairs
things even more pleasant than i
even just described. like fish tanks
and umbrellas. bicycles and
brightly painted cows. but i often
forget the lovely tableaus up there
when the groaning and clanking
from the basement echoes up
the stairs and i creep down
to see what's happening
and the black
begins to seep
i get trapped
down there sometimes
down in the musty damp
with the ghosts and fear
and i wish i had
a yellow helium balloon
tied to my wrist
to pull me back upwards
back to my safe world
of fresh paint and denim
there are two floors
in my house
an upstairs
and a downstairs
where shall
i sleep tonight?
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
there are two floors
in my house
an upstairs
and a downstairs
separated by a
gray and green
concrete stairwell
where the footsteps
echo and voices bounce
against the fluorescence
i like the stairwell
it's transient and
i spend a lot of
time just running
up and down it
down and up it
there are two floors
in my house
the upstairs doesn't have
a roof. it has a white
background and blue
skies. the carpet is the fluffy
enough to sink your toes into
the wood floors are
pale. there are parachutes
hot air balloons. birds.
paper planes. kites. all things
aerial swirling around my head
the downstairs has black
ceilings and a cold concrete
floor. it stains your feet black
and sends chills up your legs and
up your spine when the chains
and cages rattle. chains. cages
are mostly what's down there
and they rattle. they rattle a lot
the upstairs has a piano and
polariod pictures. soft blankets
sweaters and a coffee fountain
right in the middle. there are
puppies and yarn and the puppies
play in the yarn. but the yarn
never gets tangled or linty and
there's always a sunset or sunrise
a fresh start or a peaceful end
depending. hot tea twinkly lights
candles and old movies or shows
oh and a lake. my very own lake
and the colors! there is every
color imaginable upstairs
but the downstairs is very quiet
very dark. no windows or sun
and the only creatures playing
are the ones in the cages
knitting shadows into gray
monochrome striped ski masks
there are more things upstairs
things even more pleasant than i
even just described. like fish tanks
and umbrellas. bicycles and
brightly painted cows. but i often
forget the lovely tableaus up there
when the groaning and clanking
from the basement echoes up
the stairs and i creep down
to see what's happening
and the black
begins to seep
i get trapped
down there sometimes
down in the musty damp
with the ghosts and fear
and i wish i had
a yellow helium balloon
tied to my wrist
to pull me back upwards
back to my safe world
of fresh paint and denim
there are two floors
in my house
an upstairs
and a downstairs
where shall
i sleep tonight?