abandoned property
bones tossed in a pot
dissolving into a swirling mess
left unattended and simmering
until the fire burns out
what once were aromas
are now stagnant smells
like stale gas escaping
brick laid chambers
behind dusty hallways
bite-sized carpenters retool
gnawing like lost ghosts
trapped in their own past
down below true life stories
may one day be found
perhaps by bloodhounds
on a futile mission from hell
december two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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good one!
Thank you, Bonnie!
My mortality feels very temporary after reading that 🙂
Thank you for reading my work, Archie, and especially for tweeting and commenting when you do.
yesterday’s yuck, one cannot get rid of that smell. Wonderful words, you always make me think.
nobody likes yesterday’s yuck – may tomorrow be much better