House In The Middle Of Nowhere Poem by Raj Dronamraju

There will be no parties
In a house in the middle of nowhere
Grim faced factotum not bearing gifts
Won't knock on any door
But will bang on the door of the house in the middle of nowhere

I built this cowardly place for you
And other onion smelling pirates turned away from a boarded up window
And we found ways to exclude joy from this hermitage

I built nothing for you
Words aspire in timorous incompetence
Sign here above the stamp for inconvenience

And in the house in the middle of nowhere
The delivery driver can't stand himself
Can't get the sparks of outrage to ignite

Bleak and toad-like in isolated pretension
The package that bears your name cuts nimbly through a forest of gloom
Imagination is an Aztec sacrifice
Heart removal does not kill free thought outright