ghastly ruin
burrowing in the sanctity
of earthen ramparts
we assailed the stars
with satiric melodies
and stormed our senses
for an emotion

the white walls
spoke to my sense
of classic humor

sanitariumesque
Lenny Bruce like monologue
from a Diane Arbus photograph woman
with some strange bonnet
and talking at a pace I would hard pressed
to compete with.

sanctity of the streets and listening to
the voices
muffled through walls
a missing Hello Kitty umbrella
and a child told to take a pill

smoke another cigarette
eat a Payday , drink some bottled water with bubbles
on the doorstep
as the housemates friend
with nowhere to stay leaves the
house with her suitcase
at 10:34 pm