Thursday, March 08, 2012

Just Fixing the Furnace, Dear...

dog fur tumbleweeds;
eerie dankness in
what was a basement
now, a cave with pictures
drawn against the wall;
each cardboard box a coffin
for something. Perhaps I might
identify the bodies of old ornaments,
an heirloom meant to be passed on
but passed away.


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!