Sneaking down to the Shanty of my Soul,

That casual shack with an “I forget the number” phone

(Where is it, anyway?)

Now that I’m here I realize I’ve must have spent a lot of time here

Because there’s no scenery outside

So much for the rich verdant landscapes of a productive life

At least it doesn’t look burned down

Or paved over.

Can you imagine looking out your own Soul Shanty window and seeing

a parking lot!?

Maybe that’s when you take a rifle up to the town square tower

Of your soul to set things right

I suppose you could change your scenery with some serious effort.

A lot of people just put pictures over their windows

Or those all talk - no action types discover their soul scenery is just a bunch of painted panels.

My sympathies to those who look out and it’s always raining

At least it’s not lightening or wolves.

Or people being mugged

Anyway, how’ yours?