Monday Begs Murder

I feel sugared decay, like
the honey of a hive
dripping down the walls
from a southern heat

Like the house left
all alone except for insects
with the damage
vagrants and kids wrought

Busted out worries
wise ones say to avoid
littered burned inscribed
but I am wonder

Memory of the first made
fighting stagnant decayed
tangled up bones
with fitful throws

tear me down friend
spark the match
Plow me under
re-dream this land

Let me sleep, memory.
Let me wonder. no more.