"it’s just a house burning, but it’s not haunted.
it was your heart hurting, but not for long, kid.
in the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking.
from the speakers your fake masterpiece is serenely dribbling.
When the air around your chair fills with heat,
that’s the flames licking.
beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece.
it’s got a calm clicking,
like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching up some bad movie. "