Within the shattered bone of a home
The walls do wobble
My feet do hobble
The floors protrude then break away
The journey from kitchen to bedroom
Shakes and shakes
Friends are not permitted here
Protective parents don’t want them near
Broken bones shatter neighbourhood landscapes
The collapse of consistency brings the fear
Within their streets of perfect bricks
Solid walls and non jagged walls
Or shattered shapes
Patterning frames for windows
These fracture the sight lines
For the ones who refuse to approach the cracked
Uni formality soothes those bland, frightened minds
The well-to-dos see our broken bone home
Like a tear in the canvas
Of their picture prefect, residential Art
It’s sad to me, that I cannot share
The wonderful world of my shattered lair
The beautiful patterns
Of the cracks in the walls
To stare at them long enough
Hidden maps emerge from zig zags of cracks
They’re roads, you know!
Follow the lines
Which carve out new paths
To curious places
Which surprise with their ends!
In the lines of all that is cracked
Light peeks through
And turns the greying rot
Into a gleaming pot of gold.
Mind-in-motion 