Untitled Poem # 9

the house drips about us

and the air grabs me like soiled linen

shuffling from room to room you say

it’s too early for this

I smile from the corner of my mouth

from the corner of the room

and in the corner of my mind

I know

I smash my hand against the wall

you say stop

when you hear the bones crunch

when you hear the penny drop

we smash each other and collapse

upon the bed you never shared

wasn’t that fun

I wait and wait

I know there’s nothing to wait for

but I’ve been drawn into your madness

and now it comes at night

in wet dreams

through the blinds I hear the sounds

of the ships and the trains

down at the loading docks

and you talking to yourself