Vacancy

--This house is for rent, is your heart for sale? --Anything to stay off the street for a night. --The fractured neon told me you that you had some space I see there is none, but can I travel there? --We have pills for the quakes, tranqs for the shakes, Just inhale, cry, and repeat. --Room for improvement is motivation for life But what happens after the walls are painted and the room is furnished? --There is nothing on this lot where the Jensens used to live But that fawn has no other home-it should be called a “little” instead. --This bus has seats to hold you if you can stand the stench It’s the smell of justice and fairness and tax dollars at work. --We have openings for this post at this desk But you are much too pale, too male, too learned, too young Qualifications are not met by any of the above. --Heaven is open for business so I’ve heard But I still haven’t found the VIP entrance, have you? --My head is a barrow, my heart is a dungeon, my conscience is an abyss But I’ll stay afloat in my vodka reservoir, smoking pipe dreams awhile. --There is nothing to see in those eyes of yours, my friend But will you stand by soullessly as the world’s destroyed by its creations? --This stall is available, but enter at your own risk This door leads to nowhere and there’s other no way out… --My arms are vacant and my existence is empty The sheets are shallow; will you, just once, dive?