Chalky white blisters
ruptured from yellow-pine clapboards
skinning it's grizzled facade,
springs slammed creaking hinges
that swung the screen door
dragging the stoop
of my childhood home.

Beer perfumed the air...
nicotine glazed the walls
buttressing the sofa and coffee table
my sister and I bar tended.
The old man hunkered here
looming over an ashtray
and crossword puzzle books.

Pellets fell from termite tunnels
in the trim boards,
newspaper and cardboard boxes
fell through the rotting floor
between the toilet and tub.

Surplus powdered milk in the cupboard
and "government cheese" in the fridge
fattened my cheeks and belly.

Winter's chill crept around the bones
of this decaying crypt,
as I was swallowed
by a mountain of cotton and rayon
burying me in my resting place.

Nice poem .

Appreciate your attention, Julie.

Nice Your lines paved way for imagination too, loved this version of yours Techno

Thank you, my fellow poet.

Revision:

Chalky white blisters ruptured
from yellow-pine clapboards
skinning it's grizzled facade,
springs slammed creaking hinges
that swung the screen door
dragging the stoop
of my childhood home.

Beer perfumed the air
nicotine glazed the walls
buttressing the sofa and table,
my sister and I tended bar.
The old man hunkered here
slumped over an ashtray
and crossword puzzles.

Pellets fell from termite tunnels
in the trim boards,
newspaper and cardboard boxes
fell through the rotting floor.

Powdered milk in mother's cupboard
and "government cheese" in her fridge
fattened my cheeks and core.

Winter's chill crept around the bones
of this decaying crypt,
a swallowing mountain of cotton and rayon
buried me in my resting place.

Nice poem .

NICE

Adorable as always

You have a lot of talent. I'd look into publishing your own book. Posting on Facebook and Instagram to get a following.

That's kind of you to say, thanks. I appreciate your suggestions, it's unknown to me what the future holds.