walls
I fuckin hate em
we pretty em up
in pastel and
chains of daisy
-now you see it
-now you don't
but you feel it
walls
closing in
we call it security
a privacy claimed
a gap between space
but caskets have walls
-don't they?
you suppose it keeps
the dead from the
reach of hell?
fields of golden grain
have no walls
nor penny
on tomorrow's sleigh ride
but journals say
our hearts have walls
doomed for decay
walls
I hate fuckin em
