THE DARK HOUSE RATTLES:

With the sound of violent collisions, dirty dishes stacked
in sink like weapons stockpiled to retaliate against the world.
Outside the night is cool & comfortingly dark with stars.
Inside the heat clings to us & tiredness fatigues our bones.
We snap & snarl, light gone out behind the eyes, running
with the meter reading ’empty’ on a short fuse.
The Dark House Rattles, but the Light House Beams. I pack my
bags & move into the light where the house wraps around me
& breathes. Maybe I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight.

Listening to ‘The Nature of Connections‘ by Arve Henrikson
who is playing at the London Roundhouse on 22nd of August.

(K)