Falls

The wall is falling in again The bedroom is a wasp’s nest The doorway smells like summer nails Velcro shoes and wooden rails A breath inept, a feather’s worth Is lighter than this piece of earth We strip the paint and sweep the dirt The knowing last, the house first Somewhere Else Will we Stay And sunday go to make the bed Underneath the alder heads And so i am a bed no more A bed is what the morning’s for Signs for thе sale, a buyer waits Embarrassed in a proud еstate The boards come up, misunderstand The occupants in naked dance Happy as i’ve ever been Happy as i’ve ever been Tarry yet a little while Tarry yet a little while