Hypothetical Houses

flawed foundations

and missing bricks

cemented with pop science

and frantic faces, philosophies, fingers

casting stones and

a house of sticks

is vulnerable to wind

and wolves

and worries

pigs in insecurity blankets

plaster volume across the gaps in

paranoia

board windows with recycled reason and Nazis

barricade doors with misunderstandings

until the house is a sanctuary

and it grows

defences escalate and walls rise

providing safety from savages, preachers, Satan

the pitter patter of imagined insults on boarded windows is deafening

so shut the curtains

turn up the arguments

chat to the plumbing to pass the time

until nothing exists but the house and the D:Ream on the television

forget the foundations           

forget the reason

forget the missing bricks and the parallel sticks

just believe that no other houses exist

pretend that everything is concrete

everything is absolute