bastian

Ode to an apartment...


[to be read in a heavy, downtrodden tone, while wearing all black and holding a spatula]

Oh apartment,
wooden chasm
loft of solitude
a room of ones own
of my own

being inside you
warmth surrounds
the sounds of
a quiet neighborhood

but alas
alack
the time has come
for you and I to part ways

I cannot live inside you any longer

you're just too pricey
and tarnished by a nutty landlady living downstairs
who is just too feisty

"a one bedroom, one bath, high ceiling spread; great location, harvard square, minutes from the T...
for $1,800, no fee."

are you shitting me??

what was I thinking?
fuck that.
you're dead to me.

anyone have a room to rent to my cat and me?
Cambridge please.
Cambridge.

[the end.]