time to throw

the packed apartment
with jammed frames
glass panels
flipped photos
korean mulberry paper
electronic doors
all smeared in passion
thought and freedom
should leave here this week
go out to the streets
on gallery windows
outside the presidents house
on vital street corners
switchboards and circuits

i'll lose it all again
with no donation to charity for auction
where some nameless bower bird
can pay way too much
for crushed dust from a living human
a simple messenger
anyway
this is a house...not a home
and the acrylic oil gives me headaches
ownership is making me sick
i've no one to talk to
self pity is vacant