Without Foundations By Jonathan Butcher

A door handle rattle, 

that chimes louder 

than that splinted

grandfather clock; 

it's twisted pendulum 

slightly knocking 

the left side, 

but never seems 

to leave a dent. 

The door hinges remain

in place, regurgitate 

their screws, 

that now embed into

these floorboards,

a haze of dust and brass

the walls with crumbled

plaster, it's flakes

form into dunes.

A fragmented recollection,

of a time that was never 

in one piece, an outside 

path, it's concrete uneven,

yet still lead me out 

to that street, that never

stayed as narrow as we 

would have liked. 

Jonathan Butcher has had poems appear in various print and online publications including, The Morning Star, Mad Swirl, Drunk Monkeys, The Abyss, Cajun Mutt Press and others. His fourth chapbook, 'Turpentine' was published by Alien Buddha Press. 

He is also the editor of online poetry journal Fixator Press.