#bungalow
In this bungalow bathed with mud and leaves
Moss seeps through fissures in the walls
Sprawling vinery rips through paint beneath.
As my headdress rusts on the window sill
I glance to hush its last scorning glares
Hidden in this hammock, outlining my fears.
This sunken land fails evermore
How steady the brick counts its last dusk
How many more days to tend to them?
Old tapestry hanging above untucks,
Undone by the collapsing roof.
Leave me here a bloodied man, squashed by rock.
Limping, gushing, dripping in my demise.
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 1:08 AM UTC
She was
nestled low
that seldom
a thief
where her
package large
for Grant
Street's nighty
night kept
her glow
like an
ember there
before a
chair that
lifted sheer
her love
and drew
a bone
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
Today I felt the urge to fall down a flight of stairs, and when I say fall
I mean,
jump,
plummet
and plunge.
I wanted to feel something, a pain that wasn't already carried within me.
I could imagine the weightlessness I would have felt as my body relaxed,
how time would have appeared hampered as if altered by my sudden descent.
That numbing pain as each step would buffet my spine and finally the ominous silence that preludes my last breath while my misery pools around me glistening for all to see.
though sadly...
. I live in a bungalow
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC
Sitting in my easy chair
By the double windows
Happy just to be here
In my ratty old bungalow.
But happy doesn’t cover it.
It’s really dreams come true.
I have my own place here.
No roommate to suffer through.
It’s Saturday afternoon now
The sun slowly going down
Painting my walls colored
Like the face of a happy clown;
Reds and whites and yellow
Bouncing off the green lawn
And making art of my home
Until the sun at last is gone
Yet I still remember every tone.
Some days I sit under my tree.
I ate the avocadoes you know.
And I planted it right here
No idea that it would grow
Into this magnificent tree
It is twenty five feet or so;
A beauty that calms me
Just watching it grow.
Rain on the roof
Distributor of peace
Of rest and sleep;
A blessed release
For what better to do
What stronger proof
Than taking a great nap
With rain on the roof?
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC