LIVING SPACE
The room is dark,
call it unlit.
A little damp,
never warmed
since its last soul
drifted away
leaving behind
a faint presence
laminated in dust.
A broken cup
on the window sill,
an old calendar,
epitaphs to time.
Rusty nails
driven in plaster
peeling grey,
yellow and blue.
I have
A new home.
21.05.2011