less than a mile

from where lies

the house of pain

that haunted space

i get drawn to return

sitting here reading

can on the table

hidden in my camper

amongst the trees

half thinking on

i could  knock that door

but then? the last time

i was there due to fly over

until a snow storm

stopped my journey

i called ahead said

i’m ten miles away

snow stopped the flight

can i come over tonight?

she never shifted

come pick me up

from the train station

let me walk 5 miles

in the snow the frost

i turned up dead beat

little boy lost to be told

you treat this place

like a hotel to wish

i’d found a cheap motel

where at least they’d be

happy to see my face