the walls are white.


	amaze me machine. \| home my poetry the walls are white. The walls are white and layered for posterity the windows are alive the only action besides myself a picture glass movie of people walking their dogs and trees moving in the wind the ceilings are always lit up by lamps that cast up the way I put them upside down the floors are dark no feet tread on the shaggy carpet except for mine and an occasional guest on holiday after nothing is like home.