Real Estate

In a roaring dream
Your clapboard panels
Becoming Tudor
By day, you wish
By night, tossed landscape
Blue twilight layered atop
Deep forest and olive
The prickles of evergreens
A few golden fireflies
Whirling it all up
Into some kind of turbulent pop-up book
Crisp and timeless
Cottonball, felt and colorform
Shrinky dink, wake up
Your reality is a key chain
Attached to a hard to turn
Stiff and jagged comb
The teeth all gnarly and mangled
Laughing with full mouth open
Spiders in the door crack
Lacquer peeling off the door like dried snot
Hinges creaking and moaning
Dry in throat
And resistant to motion
Inside -
It's all the same
Doesn't matter
Shoes
Hats
Cups
Forks
Pillows
Books
Dog
Alarm clock
Fade away
Sleepy smile
Oak beams
Stone shingles
Stained glass
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