Creaking in the joists and joints
Groaning in the boards and peeling up pain
Knocking in the furnace
Weeping in the night you ignore until it goes away
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Shedding fiberglass falling through the cracks
Carefully treading on 2x4s, not drywall squares
Mice, squirrels, raccoons, and, birds
How loud is too loud
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Engraved upon the clapboard walls
Wafting round about the halls
Between the ceiling and the floor
I know you saw but turned your face
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The stairs pull apart slat by slat
No access through this walled-up hatch
Candles and oil lamps light the night
Burn it down, bury the ashes
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Love the poem, especially the last line