The house across the way takes on new lines

And raises up new towers and minarets.

Trees grow at the curious angles from the ground

And wires look like climbing, twisting vines

That come from nowhere, curve, and disappear

Up where the twisted street goes past the roof,

And crazy lampposts lean, and throw sardonic glint

On bulging windows; and the chimney's leer

At steps that run both ways and curve amazingly.

No nightmares e'er conceived a scalloped house

Or cars that wriggle like a looping snake

Through this distorted world of pure insanity.