'360* Cipher'

These four walls

repetitously emotionless

gaze at me, simultaneously,

looking straight past me

with a  solemn discontent

extending from paint cracked smiles,

as the floorboards sound- push thru

with their two cents worth...



creeking, creeping, sloth like

into the bowels of my gaited posture



leaving the all too familiar odor,

of time racing by...


ever preparing,

for the recurrent cycle to spin anew...