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Honeycomb x's in the fences

Humble scenes from my home

All my senses leave me defenseless

against the birds that screech next door

The scarlet weeps, the windows creek,

refrigerator buzzes on

But as I reach for my sweet peach,

the fruit of my labor makes it known

I need a bin for my shit paper

My landlord is a douche

The definition of a cheap-skate

But hey, there's nothing I can do

Weed smoke seeps from tongue in cheek

Exhalation brings me home

Electric fence is not quite picket, yet...

It's here where creativity roams

Spiral stairs lead me to my lair

I get lost in different worlds

Characters from days of old are there,

Reality is blurred

I lock three doors to go explore

my footsteps on the Earth

And later on when I get home,

perspective shows me what it's worth