tossed in the upward of the downside
flips and turns, glinting in the sun
what will it be today, latch key kid?
as you step onto that creaking, broken
\"home sweet home\" frayed and faded
fading still
buffeted in the upper bunk of insomniacs
\'dis funk sho n\'all\' can see what\'s coming
down its warren, rabbit holes abound
as you edge along a swinging tight wire
don\'t look down, sharps and broken glass
waiting still
scratches on top corners of empty pages
scribbles and riddles eventually forming
thoughts of a house Time won\'t ever build
shards spray and sparkle, catch waning light
fragmenting images take on moonlit flight
flying still