Do I See?

My house has consumed me.
I live on the second story, in the right wing.
Your left from the street.

From my window I gaze, contemplate.
And yet, I never leave.

-Almost a poem by Oscar Lowe


These window fingers are iron bars
This door is gnashing teeth
The hours wasted away inside
Bring solace and relief

When life takes over all your time
You learn to love the stress
But when you never leave your bed
What's the reason for getting dressed?

-A poem by Oscar Lowe