VERSE
Nixon, John Jr.
JOHN NIXON, JR. THE PLACE Architecturally incredible And a decorator's nightmare, The place has blue ceilings And is walled by trees With birds-literal birds-in them. It's been condemned for...
...Nevertheless, a tenant, Intrigued perhaps by the lunar lighting Or a certain music ghosts exhale, Will often spend seventy-eighty years Being convinced the place is really Unfit for habitation after all...
...It leaks, is torrid in summer...
...It's been condemned for years...
...Depending on solar heat, It sometimes freezes people, Winters, in the northern rooms...
...Either dead Or so distant they never call...
...The neighbors...
Vol. 103 • June 1976 • No. 12
