Dead skin, remnants of time, gone by
questions unanswered, still asking why
Grandpa lives, over there by his chair
parts of

Spattering of dirt caught in the air,

The minuscule bits and pieces of hair,

Flakes of skin cells cast to the side,

Upon non-disturbed

CHORES

Do you see, up there, by the light,

it's dust and cobwebs from last summer!

What could be under my bed

where my lover

Dust Bunny

Bunny bunny,
Come out to play,
The dusters coming to take you away,

Bunny bunny,
Bring your friends with you,
The

The gravel in your guts

the sting of the world in your eyes

the high lonesome that you feel

it all seems too real

especially