just unlock my front door

just unlock my front door
and walk on into my yellow house
there’s a fella propped up on some
chairs with piles
of dust
collecting on him
as mountains do

he’s not got much to say
but who does anyway?
he’s just a stuttering
son of a bitch!
with a receding hair
line
and saggy balls

just unlock my front door
although you might need
the golden axe
to break down the barrier
of bone and glass

he ain’t got much going on
up there
just pissing in the wind
and driving the car off
the backyard cliff

there you can see his headlights
still flickering
drowned under the shoreline
still flickering
through
when the night is sucking
all the light away

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