Sunday, May 25, 2014

The House and the Cafe.

The house is not my house.
This house dwells in another house.
It is the boss’s house-
he lives underneath
The stairs.  I don’t know
where I’ve run off
To, but Florida sounds
good to me right now-
All those beaches and
whales would make a good
Swim.  I’ve found myself
inside of a deadweight,
And everything seems good
to me right now.
I’m singing outloud to the
stereo, and everything
Sounds good to me right now.
The house is broken.
I broke the house.
The gods can’t help me now-
Everything is sinister, without the night.  Take me
Home, I want to go home.
I want to get out of this place.
There are too many people at this
café, I want to get out
Of here.

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