Lomaland

Heat creaks down the middle
the face of the house just stares
Windows sad eyes

Door´s happy smile
The spiritual contrasts
Sky´s eletric fuzzing

sun eating up the afternoon
lightening smashing through
the neighbors roof

The air humming around the house
the roof cooking birds feet
Grandfather ginger ale

Local wind obedient
Breathing the runes and the raven
Blavatsky humid
psychic heat

Neighbor electrocuted by the sky
Not a tragedy in sight
No bagpipes for the funeral

The house speaks to me
in edgeless humble words
My ears valhalla upside down
It´s utterings forest clowns and paranoid football players

clouds dance above Toby´s roof
playing hairy games with the blue
buds of spring juicy with passion
a secret slice of the occult thatched into the attic