Remodeling

Yellow plastic panels

encase the house

and bleed

through new white ones

like a bright undershirt.

The brown bench

out front rests

on an island of mulch,

begging for purpose.

A clean-cut lawn

confounds judgment, cropped

close to convince

watchmen and women

into believing wealth

has been wrought

(or wrestled).

Not even the smell

of fresh cut grass can

conceal outside

the stench of staleness

that lies within.

Brakes squeal into

the repaved driveway

with the broke-down blue van

that brought us here.

Reviews

[Kelz]

ooooooooo, this sent a chill down me, want to know what goes on in that house