Art


will you come to the 
solitude if you are

outside of the main room with a fever with a

serious expression glancing and I need I need

a few more hours to go on.
cannot get through the door open

for the rest of your time to time and

get the most important thing in life

as you are not the same thing as I

am so sorry.

To Kill a Bird

     small, Jem
tormenting
Maycomb
up the
house out of the way.
from
steep dog-trot hall.
a rumoured
pistol
a melancholy
which was always
walking
opposite
her
answer, you ugly girl!
vicious,
as 'Atticus' and apoplectic.
pity father
remarried death. A lady
soft checkered shirts
houses in the background
playlists given new ears
teacups in the sink
empty cartons of
cigarette butts in the sill
a glass tray filled
sandwiches and cupcakes
soft jazz playing on
the bathroom radio
green sneakers
black boots tripped
over jean jackets in
the hallway slip
old LP a stereo
cupboards brown
three walls floral
mason jars labelled
home brewed and cereal
large beds half
unmade paintings oil
splattered images ethereal
crafted vase antique
love lasting clay on cheeks
book-drowned shelves
scraps of poems speak
to curly browns and
rosy blondes nicked
fingers covered in red
wine stains drunk on
blue mould cheese and
greasy fingers licked
cashmeres stacked on
wooden floors ending by
added saloon doors.
I love every bit of
splintered wood
every ceiling every floor.