Texas Bleakhouse

. . .lone and crumbling,
wracked by gulfcoast sun and surf,
windblown sand and
mindblown misery,
what spirit dwells here
who once laughed and loved
and now can do naught but feel
the presence of others
and try to make them aware. . .
perhaps the house itself
is the spirit now
filled with shattered glass
and broken plaster pieces
amid a sad clutter of broken hearts
and broken dreams,
a home gone bad,
hanging on with tooth and claw
to this jagged spit of surf torn beach,
the bleakhouse stands sadly all alone
at the edge of hammering brownsurf
and sunblast winds. . . .

June18, 1988
Sargent Beach, Texas