Tuesday, January 26, 2010


What happens to them?

The cozy places that

We inhabit

Come back to

Every evening for

All of our lives

What happens?

To homes

When they are left

On their own

Long after we cease

To exist.

Do the walls turn?

An eerie shade of grey

Do they crack and crumble

In the heat

Of May

And what happens

To all our belongings

Who tends to them?

And the beds

We dreamed on

Made love

And hate, procreated

The future

Who sleeps on them?

Does the clock still

Tick the time away

Stand still

When the batteries run out.

And what about

The gods we bought

Little temples

We made

All the prayers together

What’s their fate?

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