The Aurora Borealis

Everywhere a pest Thingometers for every organ and pills in every corner Here I forget my brother, my mother by the kitchen sink There is joy on the TV And the dragging of feet over tile and piss

The carpet scares me There is cellophane on the food and I am cold I hope someone will come, I wait always and forever My seat is so soft I cannot feel my spine This mausoleum will bury me