Noises in the wall
Like chatter
Or the clatter of chains
It wasn’t haunted before I forgot garbage day
Once then twice
The wall absorbed the trash
There are things I would rather not see
Things I left to rot
It’s doing its best
Salvaging the broken and discarded
Whoever is in the walls, making do with my junk,
Must be paying penance
For a word alone
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June 10, 2013 at 11:07 pm
slpmartin
Such a surreal tone to the poem…enjoyed it.