Untitled
I tore down the house in my head
The sun drenched rooms with
Impossible tall windows
And bookcases that become doors
At the spilling of secrets.
I set fire to the garden in my head
The wind worn paths through
Perfectly kept thickets
And the brook that becomes a river
At the souring of mood.
I broke open the core in my head
The geometric certainty within
Grandiose abstract constructions
And rational arguments that become null
When I am in love.