Trouble

Houses like this choose to wear
Either way suits us and or all of us

They want it

The house
Worn or not worn

“it” as in the tenants

Covered slithering smooth

regardless
The tenants are bound to be

Cursed

Imagine a tenant such as yourself without house but with poem

Aloof under
gutters
singing in the shower



Worn inside out or like slippers and robe in the gorgeous yard
With Easter lilies
Beat by Bubbles and stones thrown at siding


Family forlorn with like lost pets

Salvage

Juniper junking midday

Jasper in the well

drowns

Words explain to me how Humboldt cut

Fade in with

bearded men in desperation

log me too

chop

before I become relentless

his oxygen bottle breaths and stretches

the magnetic crane clamps up the steal

effortlessly

I enjoy how it separates the metals from each other

The aluminum left below

The trailer left on the ground