The chandelier sways a little
when the ceiling sheds its skin
to show its old bones. Paint on walls
reveal its freckles and birthmarks,
wrinkled through the shifting cycle
of Gregorian calendars. You worry
about the constant reminders
from the electric company,
those unpaid bills overcrowding
this three-legged desk. And the
water leaks from the rusty tap.
The old photographs dog eared
collecting fungus of memories
dampening happy days like rain.
And the red wine loses its color.
And the window curtains block off
the light, dusty and unwashed.
Breakfast unprepared, it’s another
long hours without eating but verses
of poems you chew in your mind.
Here is the knife and slice something
open, now. It might reveal a thing
that you don’t understand.
Abandonment
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I had a future
of keeping yesterday.
Think of your broken machines
worn-out hands-me-down
wrecked and rusted
and shattered and cracked.
Objects of sentiments
and old coins in a jar.
Think of promises
in need of restoration,
clearing carpet stains
and cigarette burns.
Your broken bottles
peeled plaster left
pockmarks on walls
bruised on my skin.
The bible’s missing pages
incomplete like my faith
transfixed on a television
watching silent movies.
Wondering what is it
that Chaplin mouthed?
Isn’t it ‘God, why thou
has forsaken me?’
And the world laughed.
At car’s not starting.
At chair’s needed fixing.
Ceiling’s leaking
ugly watermarks
life, slowly dying.
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