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ALL HOMES GONE

sold

for sale

to soulless

twelve-fingered hands

and windowless eyes

with their shutters

shut.

brittle bones

yet

impermeable skin–

the hardened bark

of a hollow dead tree.

slip on your straight-jacket

it’s so cold out

what with dying hearth fires

and

dead housewives

night is at the car window

and life has become

the flying,

flailing embers

of the driver’s cigarette

being

flick FLASH flickered

into the seventy-five

mile-per-hour winds

whistling through the

cracksss

can’t you hear

the sad song

of the gusty

midnight air

as it bemoans

the fate

of fireflies?

you rhapsodize

your eulogistic lullaby

and hum the tune

through still lips that

tickle your nose hair

as you slip

slash

slowly

to sleep.

Your eyes

are closed

and

your home

is gone.

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