the house which silence rapes.

the house which silence rapes
_______________________

the sounds have died now..
in this house which silence
rapes..

consumed by Watchers In
The Crowd.

(Born in The Grave of My
Haunted Thoughtscape.)

A Sparrow landed on The
windowpaine..

grinning like A Tragic
Joker..

it's cawing chased my blues
away.

(but I lost Our game of Devil's
Poker.)

Save your Smiles and stale
Cliches...

nothing here survives too
long..

except the multi-talented
shades!

(who teach the soul My Sad
Charade.)

j.s.h.