attics R us

going up in the world, live in an attic,
never thought singing cohen's partisan
i'd end up un vieux homme dans un grenier;

you are what your attic says you are,
your shifting tastes, priorities; you shame yourself
silly with the detritus of your dog days,

turn the spot on all those woeful choices, highlight
the cobwebbed corners of your indecisions,
become like lear a foolish, fond old man.

Press the play button to hear the poem

<a href="attic.rm">You must use the RealPlayer stand-alone (click this line)</a>

URL: http://mourne.net/attic.htm