I dreamt 

Of John Cale violin

Scratching over New Jersey 

Tambourine banging in Englewood

Your castle house in the forested glen 

Well actually on a rise 

Above the rest

Filled to the brim so rooms

Are closed off unusable

Boxes of clothes books paper toys rugs paintings 

Sealed ecumenically and you

Worrying about your mothers storage spaces in Ft Lee

Going through them one by one 

While I dig thru the basement for an old man's 

Ceramic work stacked and covered by dust sawdust

Mouse poo bits of wood 2x4's planks tools old vacuum broken bits cracked ceramic artworks and various assortment

Paid to clean them them out 

Hose them down 

Photograph them 

and tomorrow

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