1
a black painting—one tiny burst of light
it is impossible to move from the couch
the sink hole couch—the painting we stare into day after day
the drone of voices from the television fills our senses
our body fluids are sucked into the vortex hole
the house sits on a city street like a pot hole
we can barely dance even if we try
2
this house is loud
bowling alley hard wood chamber hall for drums
Cadillac House for bass A Hall to honor the 45
rock n'roll rap zap
this house shakes
uncontrollable how loud can accelerate
a master bedroom with a BIG bed
we must dance rotund jerk uncontrollable
willed, we sing enthusiastic
ordained, we do not sit still there is no John Cage alternative
shake out the door
scream, scare the daffodils
on exit you fall
3
this is the house of political unrest
long views craft lives deep
into ills to heal silence greets us
we sit look at the sculpture
the art we can cry when moved
quiet is proof art counts
a simple picture a sailboat
an abstract to relieve us from the scene of the murdered woman
she is in Mexico dead this is a mixed bag house
