25 June 2012
Open To All Offers There'll be no gazumping here The price has been pitched perfectly Never cheap-but far from dear
You can wander through the rooms Gain a sense of times gone by Is that laughter from the hallway? At first glimpse, nothing awry
Certainly, the first impression Provides a mock sumptuous effect But look closer and on inspection.. The atrophy of neglect
Echoes now from the library Breathless whispers caught perfidious... A rush of blood, a stuttered heart Spawns a hatred so invidious
Your palate initially tempted With the sweet scent of anticipation Is sautéed and now soured With the mould of degradation
See the bedroom, where lovers once joined? Now you shirk away, like a one time thief Although the fittings and fixtures are perfect The fabric you touch is woven from grief
And the gardens, which on the details You felt held a bond, perhaps an allegiance But now on entering the weed strewn summer house You are steeped in unspoken malfeasance
Yet you proceed-your offer accepted Driven on by unseen compulsion The bids were high and the price you've paid Fills you with revulsion
No amount of glittering trinkets Will hide what has come to pass As you turn the key in the once regal doorway It's your own reflection in the glass.
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Life For Sale • Opuss № I