ghost houses of my memory rise
fungal fire of dead lights
burning in cracked window's eyes
rain on paper wasp nests,flies
acid bile of whispered fights
ghost houses of my memory rise
the kicked in television screen cries
through a flip-book of nights
burning in cracked window's eyes
crumbled chimneys scrape the skies
can dead dogs bite?
The ghost houses of my memories rise
here stand all our swallowed lies
with none to see the sight
burning in cracked window's eyes
puppetshow of endless reprise
walls of wasps in frozen flight
ghost houses of my memories rise
burning in a broken window's eyes
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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