Dogs 2005

A CORNER PLOT
(9/22/05)


I'm buried
buried alive
buried in a
living
breathing
box of death
that slowly drains
the monetary life
from my drying skin
and brittle
bones

there
was a time
when I swore
that I would
never
own a home
the ultimate sellout
but life has turned
and somehow
a home
now
owns
me

every cost
associated
with the beast
seems to rise
exponentially
to the point that
I'm spending more
on the roof
over my head
than I will spend
or have ever spent
on the life
and limb
below

ironically
the house
was not completely
my idea

it was to be
a partnership
at the insistence
of the now
departed partner
who is probably
looking again
no doubt
for another warm abode
with another
warm body

I turn
the music up
and smile
before falling asleep
alone
arms crossed
across my chest
my last pennies
covering these
sunken
eyes