THY APARTMENT

Please allow me to furnish your apartment and decorate your windows with wisdom

that may incase your warmth, plus,

bringing your mind to separations of emotions

locked by

every door,

anger and suffering washed away down every drain……

pipe….. more like…..

waste filtering itself from the tombs of congestion,

flushing it's hatred to an abyss of morbid confusion.




Let me choose the color of thy tiles

of gray…..

and white

glazed streaks

of modern entropy.




Chosen colors to identify with

the individuals

it sheds its brightest light upon

to allow others to recognize its

movements, within

concrete masses.




Permit me to remove sudden enlightenment

and hope

thru dreams

which misunderstood

can bring misconception, but who am I to fluff thy pillows




Who am I to make thy bed, you made it,

you sleep within it's sheets,

it's covers,

it's pages and volumes of collected movies that until this moment were only incased in thy apartment.




Though such visions are seen behind the eyes, its presents are revealed when you leave your apartment and open your eyes.