Home Poem by Matt Render

This is my home

Where worms fornicate

And the rats vacation

A palace of spiders

And fungi

And rotting animal hides

Providing shade from the light


The sun doesnt shine

The dark sets in

At 2 PM

The floors creek

With the weariness

Of old men

They speak to me

In tongues

And tell me

Of a time that never was


If you put your ear to the wall

And you tune in past the sounds of

Insect copulation

You can hear pianos

And wind chimes

And a chinese music box

And virginal ecstacy

If you open your nostrils

And ignore the stench

Of desperate perspiration

There is a faint breath

Of patchouli incense

Like an angel's cremation

Sometimes

There is a crack of light

And the shadow of two lovers

Appears for a glimpse

And then night comes again

And again