I made a poem

[divine_infect]

and I'm posting it here because I'm procrastinating writing an essay

The Furnace Empire
I sat low near the furnace
and listened to you click
the tick of your heart
the beating things you tied to the clock.

You had a picture
of you and a man
kissing under a pine tree,
clutching an almond
that you found in her branches.

Well now there are ivory almonds
growing wild and unaccounted for
in your house made of wood,
cracking the pine siding
where electrical sockets stand
I sit with you and
you pummel them in
with the end of a broom
till there are holes
where you can see the night sky
And you cry when the rain gets in.

kapiche?

if you're willing to indulge me I love criticism,
yeah.