dead recluse

gathering dust and cash
blanketed in the front room
as spiders idly watch from corner perches
royalty checks accrue
magazine cards dot the landscape
the phone
rings

barry manilow descends to earth
on a solitary golden shaft of lightning
singing songs we knew
to be
awesome

a fever dream
asdfghjkl

self-evident and evidently self
writing an ending
rewiring
writing
face comes off? face goes on:
yanni slams a d minor chord in your living room

recluse spiders out of the corner
playing a very, very small
violin
self-evident
self shaped
face
awesome
dead