Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
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.