Tack up a dream
and wreck these new walls.
An oversized Hi-Fi
makes all the noise when I sing for the moment.
Hide under covers until the lights come up
and make sure both feet are covered;
there are things out there to make your
heart stop, apparently.
A warfield beyond that tree line and fence
and if you listen closely you can hear the
That place where I found that
lump of cold bone;
I knew at the time it was
a mistake to bring home.
Tack up a dream,
paste ream after ream
over cracks that will ripple
further than they might seem.