the house next door

I can’t see if the house next door is empty or not
it’s a pretty shady, shambolic kinda spot
the holiday let that time forgot

there doesn’t seem to be much coming or going
no lights in the windows at night showing
there’s really no way of knowing

I’m tempted to walk up the overgrown drive
knock on the window and peer inside
have my curiosity satisfied

but what if I saw myself in the gloom
an elderly man sat alone in a room
in smeary makeup and clown costume?

Would the old me scream and look away?
honestly – it’s impossible to say
but I don’t think I’ll be going there today


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