Loud Man Full of Life

The loud man full of life
wanted to get an empty house
as receptacle for his opinions
as frame for watercolor values.

Big rooms required for arm-waving
and small as well for contemplation
hopefully a long dark hall to stroll
and closest space to hide cuteness.

He preferred a place long abandoned
aired out of its burdens
a domicile free of such recency
as he himself suffered from.

Tempted by a windowless warehouse
attracted to a burned-out rambler
he put a downpayment on a victorian
before getting claustrophic in it.

Finally settled on and settled in
a fixerupper lonely and drafty
half renovatedand half abandoned
the loud man full of life.


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