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T Dec 2017
Light that once sifted through those four glazing bars on your old front door is now granulated
by the dust upset from my attendance.

We use to play tic-tac-toe on the image of those four muntin bars.
Our few favorite spots that we chased down the room as the sun fell behind the horizon.
Those have since been replaced by clutter
and shards of your likeness.


It embanks your house hallways
like sod in trenches.


Your house:
Is a battleground
between time
and
moth eaten artifacts that once captured your life.

Your living room:
Is a mothballed graveyard
guilty of the genocide
on the relics of your lifetime

Your wardrobe:
Is an upright coffin.
Where your decrepit outfits hang suffocated
under plastic sleeve.


I can imagine you,
submitting to the orbits of the earth.
Becoming one with this lackluster sty.
Singing your final goodbyes.
jiminy-littly Apr 2020
Liver
River
Pees.

Open or closed
Closeted or out

A cloistered sound embanks a noun
Static chairs
Helpless stares
Shares space with

Charismatic
Specs

A dog makes a pet
Only if it
Follows you home
And even then
Needs to be let out

People don't realize
The only real sense
Of taste
We have left
Are the churning juices
Being deposited
InĀ our cholera

— The End —