Or Maybe
it’s just a house burning, but it’s not hauntedit was your heart hurting, but not for long, kid
in the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking
from the speakers your fake masterpiece is serenely dribbling
when the air around your chair fills with heat
that’s the flames licking
beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece
it’s got a calm clicking
like a pro at his editing suite takes
two weeks stitching up some bad movie
