fresh

white

lots of light

someone famous slept here

Or thats what they said

if thats the case how old is this bed?

Here lies the body of another one gone

sent to the edges where the riches meet the lawn

who might sleep here tonite?

stories of revivals and new scenes alight

but somehow something just doesn’t feel right

Too crisp

too clean

Something murky in all the glean

 

 

honey let’s go home

I miss the City in all it’s real

something doesn’t feel

right here

no one knows who’s been that mirror

Nobody lives here anymore

tell that agent we’ve changed our minds

what did we come here for?

that house on the hill with the torn up blinds won’t look good like this

even in our minds

How about let’s not be part of the gentrifying times