new construction
my home is soulless,
as a reflection,
am i? — too burnedÂ
to even see
the light
in a home where the sun
sets early
and first.
alone is harm
and protection.
big gray glaciers,Â
 taupe lifeboats,Â
the lowest class of decadence.Â
home is vines threatening revenge,Â
directed by mother nature
without hubris of man.Â
rivers don’t plan their paths.
I go again, to another room of glacial gray —Â
this time to absorb the pain of others,
offering rebuttal with a rosey cheek,
oft bitten lips.
i’m alone again
i’m alone again
i’m alone againÂ



















