Disorder By Joy Division

Walls,
pitiful walls,
standing skewed against
erosion and time;
roof caving in,
floors rotted through,
windows broken
so that leftover glass
looks like remainder teeth;
what’s left of curtains
looks like rags stuck
in between.

I pull the earbuds out
so I can stop listening
to “Disorder”
by Joy Division,
which was a new song
when I lived in this house.
I left before
it became an old song,
which it is now.
I left before disorder
set in here
and destroyed my home,
which it still is now,
somehow.

As for me,
as I am now?
It’s getting out of hand —

Jam the buds
back into my head.
Look for a song
about building
something new.
Something new —

I’m tired
of having
the rags of old songs
in my mouth.