Vista

Through the speckled dirty skylight 

Watching falling branches flutter down 

In a white room, the stereo is rocking and rattling 

Turning back while knocking at the closed door 

Then being chased and casting things away 



Struggling in the dead fenced cage 

Being reflected in the cracked mirror 

Sleeping in the midst of crumbling bricks 

In the corner of a burnt down street 



As the night peeled away 

I saw a picture through blurry eyes 

Falling asleep with no umbrella 

In a town with falling ash 

Landing like piled up screws