back rooms

i will take you with me behind the wall again. 
do you remember when we were children & 
the forest opened to a carpeted dream? you ran 
until the birds were loud speakers. grey men. beige walls.
then, we were home again. often, i will
still go out there, searching. there is always
another place underneath the underneath. 
i take a knife & claw at my bedroom wall.
find insulation. wood. nothing. nothing. you saw it too,
didn't you? where rooms followed one after another.
confessionals. funeral parlours. vacancies. i stare 
at my fracture. hear that same neon light humming.