House

Brett Joye

Villanelle

I was running fast through the hall

Nothing to be seen but a couple of candles.

I ran towards them as they grew tall.

The door knobs were crystal balls

And showed great luxury with those handles

I had been looking for a new land where no one would stall.

And started building on the greatest of them all

I created it on my own with a family picture on the mantle

But once I was done, I received a call.

Who is this, I ask, as a blur comes across the cell wall.

Why am I in here, I ask, a scandal?

I looked outside and the vandals started to brawl.

I went on with life and finally got out of the stall,

I was waiting downstairs and saw some vandals

Painting on the wall, so high they would fall.

I went on to finish my dream of a house so tall,

Walking around on Gucci sandals

By the pool with a waterfall,

Wouldn’t that be the best of all?