by grimbeau





A floorboard squeaks, a muffled cough, a lid shutting.
Shut the blinds and windows
wait for the knock on the door
One will come along
when the fun begins
Could take a week or two
These things often do
Grow a second skin
Give up life for Lent
Wash your hands of the matter
Turn the other cheek
inner fires burning
suddenly depressed
Grey supulchral dawn
no floorboard squeaks
no muffled cough
lid still down
ride on