i smell time
in the wind
turns the leaves
leaves me
on the couch time lives
where time stops
the couch we made to hold our bodies
when we tired
from the rising
birth grave gravity rising tired
bodies and chairs to sit

look upon the world
beyond glass
moving around the world changing
house on a hill
3 years ago held a family of people
now sits too gaping
the forest and field have opened it
rot brings things down
doubt brought him down first then her
then him then her

floor drifts toward the basement
the couch slides into the ground
the whole house does
babydolls, exercise weights
and books on homosexuality