THE HOUSE OF GOD

someone’s in the kitchen playing the guitar
lovers in the bedroom reading dead playwrights
someone’s in the shower marinating musicals
someone’s in the basement carving up god’s face
angels in the mirror slipping into dresses
someone’s in the garden impregnating the soil
someone’s in the laundry room painting up a portrait
demons in the cellar pending on funeral flowers
someone’s in the billiards room punching holes in walls
someone’s in the closet interviewing skeletons
someone’s in the fitness room chiseling skin
pergatorians in the elevator shaft making urgent love
someone’s in the dance hall staring into eyes
someone’s in the sitting room spitting stand-up
someone’s in the coat room closing their curtain eyes
someone’s in the skull commanding the hands
this is the house of what is, not what is not
this is the house of god.

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013

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ANXIETY AT THE HOUSE CAFE

a band of gypsies
comes bursting through the door
like a cold front

as kitchy objects
towering sky high move
whenever i avert my eyes

the coffee is
cheap
and the conversation is
even cheaper
the devil is nowhere to be found
and it worries me

pots bang in the kitchen
voices ring down hallways
there is a nervous honesty to this place
there is a vicious peacefulness
in a dozen whispers floating between
the flowers of mouths
and the honeycombs of ears

my heart is beating like a paint shaker
this place, it rubs my shoulders
and whispers sweet nothings in my ear
it said exactly what i told it to say
but still
my heart is beating like a paint shaker
i am full of concrete and cold medicine
anxiety like a cold ocean
i daydream about
running out the door
to the refuge
of anywhere
but here

i need to be here
i need to be here

i am in this corner then
that corner
like i’m in a boxing match
with my fears
manifesting themselves as
two fists:
innocence and
tranquility

my heart is beating like a paint shaker
my head was twitch and rattle

i knew lots of ways to die
but this was the one
i feared the most

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012

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