playing with sound and thinking about the move from Colorado to Louisiana
Eggshell and sickly salmon walls enclose enclaves of promised repose
Broken with a fifth of vodka and NoDoz;
Brass accents match
cold glowing bulbs, locked hollow doors,
Lifeless as catalogs.
Flailing to escape,
Punching holes in the drywall to prove
it can't contain you,
you escape, callow little thing:
Vaulted
past sturdy ceiling beams,
though airborne, you seem
weighted, laden, fraught.
Catapulted, launched flipless, arrow-straight,
Southbound, seeking Haunted.
These soggy grounds, musty as wet wool, absorbed you;
mists blur lines and colors bleed
through wallpaper's sediment, curling back from crumbling brick,
no promises here, you earn what rest you find.
Faded and smoke-stained,
this south lacks order, lacks tact, it is
thumped, punched, staid: true.
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