The Frozen House Speaks

Morning, it chatters
Breath steaming up the bathroom
And I listen
For the slight click
As the microswitch
Kicks the heating pump into action

Downstairs
The whir of the Xbox, abandoned last night
Drowns the thermostat’s faint twitch
A Honeywell:
Orders groaning hot water
All round

Upstairs
Unsupervised
The flush sticks
A trickling waste.
And quickening drips
Slide down
Defrosting slates
Wheeeeee…
Splat.

Standing outside
I put my hand on the gutter downpipe
Eyes closed
Feeling the flow
And breathe
Breathe
Breathe

Drip
Drip
Drip

Breathe

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Posted on January 22, 2013, in Architecture, Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Wray Barton Wrecking Crew

    Me gusta.

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