we all fall down

i dreamed of a house
with bower birds
and empty tunnels
and words
so many words

i dreamed of a house
where the sky was showing
and ashes
oh, the smell
of burning bones

i dreamed of a house
whose hallways warped
until i was lost
in a ballet room
along with dusted photos

i dreamed of a house
and you were there with me
and, oh, the smell
i think, i know,
it's consuming me

i dreamed of a house
and misplaced phone calls
littered the kitchen
and something had changed
and it was you

i dreamed of a house
of violence and threats
and love, such love,
masked with the smell
of burning bones

i dreamed of a house
and the monster under my bed
and in the closet
and in the dark
and i couldn't see its face

i dreamed of a house
and the smell was so great
burning and never ending
ashes like snow
blood like rain

i dreamed of a house
and the lights were all off
and you were so different
and your fists
were like my words

i dreamed of a house
and i was there with you
and i never stopped to rest
i was content with
the angry pain, the ocean.

i dreamed of a house
with walls made of lies
and there was never any sound
there was only
the smell of burning bones



A...tip of the hat...to the inexhaustible silence of houses