on the chair, upright

 its the eyes only

the air keeps circling my face

keeping me upright

but only in the spine

hands on the chair

tears fall as thunder booms

in the other room

its the belt again

for the smile i brought home

but the lips are caked with dust

and life has concreted the tongue

i ring the bell

and a glare stares out of the door

i try and give a glare back

he smiles

and the belt it is again