Attic

They put me into the attic together with old trunks, newspaper year twenty one, hats full of dust, an Singer sewing machine, old furniture, chairs with broken legs, and an old phonograph. Who lives in the attic? One lunatic who changes girls every month: "I did nothing to you", she cries. Another short lived love dies. A poet, nobody reads - she still tries. An alcoholic, who doesn't like to be dry. Mystic man in the corner. I think he is a spy. Younger working man, who stays away from this crowd, and in the last corner a man who turned ninety five He has to take care for his one hundred year brother, so he can not die, and I am glad for that, because he is fun. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/7/2010