Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

A House of Madness

I am
building a house
with the shades down.
A madness
with nails
and balloons.
A dark empty
wrong
of whisper
and arms
scrawled with paint
pink
as a pig,
pink as a sunset.
I am building a house
caved like a wound.
A short,
poor shopping bag
of a house
with wallpaper
and bricks.
A decaying mass
flying from room to room
in search of
a window
like a swarm of bees.
Yeah, sure
sometimes you will knock
and I will not answer.
That is to be expected.
I might be reading Faust
or unable to cinch up my robe.
Or maybe I just don’t want to be disturbed.
Either way,
you’ll never know.