Inside upsidedown

how i arrived

on a third street

didn't matter

                              

                                inside i flew upstairs

                                taking steps to the back

                               windowless room          *withoutairlightsuffocationlifeenergycolorbeing*

(while the Wion man explained

the history of the home:

hearing stories of deserving a new house

but not being a new house because it's an old house 

needing new plaster

walls)

Eyes gazing downward...

large slatted

painted wood

cream

           gazing ceiling high

           dingy

           darkshadows

                        to the straighforward walls 

                        again, without windows

And his wife

to my right

apologizing

"I know this is what you wanted"

talking about the house

bought out 

"That's ok...this is yours"

thinking

maybe the dreamhouse

but not the builder

                                 take his table 

                                 set his plate

 

dream alittle dream for me...

                                          *speakinginrealtime*