Taxing
Desheveled hair and a waste of a face Disgraceful sneer with the spitting image of a horse with porcelain veneers Of course his own home is a sport of engineers Building over ruins of forceful ancient fear Bored with love and sick of sex The prick of less is more than more It bursts the balloon inflated by old ways and habits Releasing them above his head like spirits waging a war to claim a piece of land inside his mind A real estate riot The mortgage paid by his conscience Foreclosure as imminent ad death, though not as welcome.
