45*21

for September 25th

total turmoil of thoughts boiled up
in the idea of one house
we can't sleep
the world feels a little caved in
if it cost nothing
would it still be worth it
some might ask
can you flip it
We would have to carve some bathrooms out
what a mind melt
like a cheese sandwich
wanting to drip over into my lap
but eventually we'd have to go
the ailing time of being shifted around
It is hard to know
what exactly to do
Leave the jungle alone
I guess
or you may feel its curse
breathing down the collar of you shirt
like so many late night vampires
wanting their snack