Leaving Furniture

a waste of time
has no address
surprising
with so many people living there
moving houses

no day for taking out rubbish
no lawn outside
but many of the same corridor floor
walking and walking

the dust swept up
by a promise of
stereotony
sits
amid the lingering brains

cannot tell
who does the waiting

it might just be the conjunctions
checked out
of empty rooms

leaving displaced
thoughts
with heads hung back
and eyes closed