“I love the dross of other people’s souls….”

House For Sale- Andre Frenaud
 
So many people have lived here, who loved
love, waking up and kicking up the dust.
The well is bottomless and has no moon,
the last lot have gone and taken nothing with them.
The ivy fattens under yesterday’s sun,
the soot and their coffee ground’s remain.
I hitch myself to frayed dreams.
I love the dross of other people’s souls,
mixed with these slivers of garnet,
the sweat of failed endeavours.
Caretaker! I’ll buy it, I’ll buy the shack,
If it poisons me, I’ll go to blazes.
We’ll open the windows…Replace the sign.
A man enters, sniffs around, starts again.
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