upstairs lives noise
and the TV is watching
upstairs he doesn't sleep
he's a widow
upstairs the chuckle
is alone
upstairs the roof
is all but held together
down here i can't
sleep the thoughts
of retreat haunt
me
down here
i feel captive to hunger
and a slave to sound
down here
the willows sing
of sad sneezes
and coughing
night
upstairs the light is
always on
the children are neglected
and the price for
home is not as the plan goes
haven't showered in days and the way
my luck has it
all wake up in the shower
not knowing how i got there
but feeling absolutely cleansed
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