Ode to the Debtor

“Leave this world better than you came to it”
words lured out from countless different throats,
aphorisms their old dreams intuit,
donned now in these cold years like warm coats.

Words lured out from countless different throats,
languish there as bricks in a chimney shaft
donned now in these cold years like warm coats,
below, smoke billowing a hearty laugh.

Languish there as bricks in a chimney shaft,
below, smoke billowing a hearty laugh
aphorisms their old dreams intuit
“Leave this world better than you came to it.”

The Burden

Against my reasoned sanity
I’ve kept the body tucked away
gathering its own history
consigned to resign the day
to keep my concerns at bay;
ignore the rotting sacrifice
to spite the stench of decay,
(old milk and allspice)
from behind the heating device.

When I wake it is there staring,
much of the face devoured by mice,
it feels like the fires of hell blaring.
maybe it’s the radiator,
our resentful mediator.