A rippling wall lets me know I’m alive
when the lights come on and there’s no one inside
The carpet stains scream for countless days
and I dream of a wash in innumerable ways
You sit up and take notes
amid the voles and the stoats
With your withering eyes
that offer no hint of surprise
Creak more wood now I’m listening
steam the windows ‘til they’re glistening
Vast Imbecility 