The House that Sardoz Built

Something's writhing, and

pestering inside

the house that Sardoz built...

It's a strange sort of thing,

because these were the

very same walls

that were slated for

demolition.

Everyone was all so self-

assured that it would

surely fall to ruin...

All mouldered and mildewed

by the passing of time,

as each new abominable fad

threw countless wrenches

in the existence of it's frame...

The little girl that owed

her lifeblood

to the house's foundation,

had long ago grown old,

and frail

no longer laying claim

to the insistence of it's

true form...

Tonight her children sleep

without a gelatinous mass

transforming and leading

back to the source...

The poor bastards

were born blind and never dared

to see past their own noses,

all questions sawwed off at the knee-caps

without a single moment of

recompense...

I feel a time lapse,

but I'm not sure which

has changed

beyond the tilted picture frame,

and the glass of OJ,

it's all remained painfully intact.

Something's writhing, and

pestering inside

the walls that Sardoz built...

It's a strange sort of thing,

because these were the

very same walls

that were slated for

demolition.

©

8/10/20

Bunny Villaire