this is where the lamp hangs

cockroaches inside the phone


cushions hide half-chewed gum

a coat provides short shift


hang-dog days of winter

cat curled in patch of light


reasonable to assume disguise

behind curtains trimmed to fit


lone bishop parades on rock

half the house cut away


flies heaped on windowsills

chairs warped by fog and rain


no way through locked gates

a gallop of long-horned ghosts


blows through tall grass

purple vetch and bronze sorrel