Wednesday, 5 November 2025

for sale or rent


 






for sale or rent  

 

buy me   I’m a story for sale   to view

a happiness distilled for the future

pure in the bricks and the mortar

porous the laughter passing through 

                                                             

vacant possession    previous owners evicted

for lack of means   of meaning   restricted   bereft

yet each stripped me bare before they left

carefully ripping out the veiny wires

that fed my soul   stole the arterial pipes

that emptied my sins and desires

abandoned the garden   lapsarian and diluvian

peeled the paint from each room

each wall and ceiling each window and door

down to the bone leaving me raw and unhomed

as if they could erase undo reverse

the narrative the discourse the course the cause

staunch and stop the bleeding   the source

 

buy me   I’m for sale    I’m a promise   I can heal

wrap me in the bandage of belief    put me in your pocket

to retrieve    to steal   like a lover   like a thief

in the alleyways of the heart

keep me from harm   keep me warm   turn up the heat

plug me into your socket   turn me on   turn me on

 

or just rent me   stay   stay awhile   time can be bought

on a lease if you please time is short it’s on the house

look around   breathe   breathe the air   all is fair

you’ll be gone   you’ll have moved on   up or

down the stairs   a flight or two    to grieve

turn me off before you close the door   lock it

  

douse the light   when you leave