Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Gold House

Paint peals above the doors
humans used to open
hovered now
beside bowls of snow
they grind their teeth
until the sunrises

Parties of people
in skin tight
fashionable tatters
chatter like radios left on

Silently
gold powder ate faces
noses bled
coating the walls
liquid gold

It looked great at first
but maintenance
cost them everything

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