<b>D' Steel(e)</b> <em>Society of Poetics</em>

D' Steel(e) Society of Poetics

A Society of Progressive Poets founded in Washington DC

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

where'd the heat go?
right out the crax, right out the window
up on the roof a lurker leaks
how come the house wants to come down?
ribs and shoulders jut into its rooms
ceilings and walls connive, dropping plaster
on sleepers' heads and deserted beds
roommates come and go
personalities loud and small
basement warms
furnace is lit
trash goes out late
trash gets ignored
driveway blocked by a barcrawler
we don't come to your 'hood to block yer driveway
so fuck off
roomies here look like pirates
ready to walk the plank?
we'll slap yer cutlass supreme with a saber
i know you luv to hate my '98
c'mon, demon house beats terrordrome every time
yeah baby.
right sweetie?
right pumpkin?
demon house lives. lives of the demon. it's in the eyes of the demon.
high five.


Blogger mike said...

At the heart of every DEMON HOUSE is a very small coffee maker. high five

6:33 PM  
Anonymous Wendy said...

i know you luv to hate my '98

love that line. fucking love it.

10:38 AM  

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