02/08/2009 - To make this better, let’s improvise
Let this house sink
beneath the horizon
nothing left to write about
except wood panel and rebar
So reflect on past lives
Even ones that aren’t my own
Letting the walls collapse inside my head
Waking up to the piercing sound
that alarmed me for so many years
Through the joy of all the hidden tears
I’ll watch as this place goes under
For once in my short life
I can cash in the home owners insurance
and use it to lead a much better life.
