Kit Kelen #1401 - at the auction

1401

at the auction

 a piece of waste ground

whereon the numbers cannot try the cause

                         – Hamlet, or I misremember

put on a fresh shirt to bid

make up numbers no one’s heard before

will never hear again

how old is this place

with no car space?

how many beans in the jar?

adrenalin pumps

it’s something and one

said just for fun

oh and oh for the dice’ next throw

the script has

termites

no kitchen

falling walls

plumbing never quite paid for

who’ll meet me at 643?

do we get in the door at 644?

if the increment fits

and starts

do I hold up

how many paws, paddles?

why can’t we live together?
wasn’t that soul?

count backwards

that will get ’em riled

play for the zero sum

and where it trends nobody knows

egg on

with confidence and zeal

this beast

and so many magic beans

will reach the heavens yet

mind of the hive says something and five

be breathless

don’t wait

a next fresh number ends in nine

fresh paint and the multitude sins

will this hovel yet be mine?

so solemn po

the auctioneer

all the good ones go to heaven

and all our sixes now are sevens

like in the waiting room

and everyone wants the job

so we interview each other

still not too late at eighty eight

who has the baton?

it’s  housie, is it?

you say bingo

once twice

three times the spell

that hammer is only my heart