The house that Ruth built
Is a parking lot
Sitting at my favorite subway stop
The city skyline looks like stalagmites
rising from a cave.

So I venture to my sister's house
where she always breaks her diary out
and then we sit and talk about
those lonely lovely words.

But knocking on this screen door
I can't think.
Take this bottle to the porch swing
and wallow in this drink.

…its all good kid
Wipe that moisture
no the Wolfman can't return.
There's creature comforts on the t.v.
and your sister's mouth is warm.

I heard my mother though the window
of that 4th dimension warp
and I can still smell her hair and spit
on my sisters swollen reward.

There's too much lingering in this dead house
for the living to own a share,
I'll drop my mind off on the counter
and leave my body to the air.

As I head north from Brooklyn
I see their ghosts traveling the line
As the conductor honks the horn
I dive back down into the lime.

What happened that day at the train tracks
when I left early for school,
is nothing compared to the two of you,
they found their bodies in the pool.

07/08/2012