Indoor Life
I’m the editor of Indoor Life- a magazine
without sun, without streams, without trees
or wind or rain or snow.
A periodical of people behind closed doors
peeking at neighbors from cracks in a blind;
a jailhouse journal
filled with stories of forgotten folks, old fogies
and disenfranchised crackpots-those crazy
relatives who always say weird things
or wear funny hats, or smell bad.
A bold bulletin that banishes the
once best among us to solitude.
A daily diary of retired empty-nesters
numbly facing flickering screens
like undead corpses hungering
for living flesh, discarded by family-
insensate stones of the now tribe,
devoid of feeling, animation.
A chronicle of cloistered souls
sans light, earth, wind or fire
waiting for the end; or perhaps
the beginning.
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