The House Is Breaking

There are cracks in the walls
From crumbling voices flailing at dusk
Latching on fractures
More burden to the construct of brick-laden muscle

There are cracks in the walls
From night-time escapologists
Dreamers of dawn
Breaking through apertures one fist at a time


There are cracks in the walls
From every door exclaiming its presence
Loosening bolts and cosier fits
Come with unfaltering routine and persistence



There are cracks in the walls
From the pelting projectiles
That don't fit in the fissures
And worn down by a pitiable barrage of hostility




There are cracks in the walls
Analogue clock round the neck
No dates feels no limitation on the inexorable
Till the clock hangs the wall





There are cracks in the walls
As they paint the exterior
The house is breaking






There are cracks in the walls
From the cracked dependent upon them
There are cracks in the walls.