peace

this is insanity
i’m torn at the seams
split            the middle
         down

checking my palms 
hoping i’ll find you
in their hallways
because 
someone 
told me about 
love lines
and you know how i get

my house is concave
my ceiling is bowing
my doors now open inward
my windows are gossiping 
probably about me
but the wallpaper is pretty 
and i think you’ll like it

so
tour
the place
before you torch
the place
you may find 
a breeding ground for insanity