In The House on the Corner

In The House,
on the corner
of the busiest street,
There's a drip-drop,
from the faucet,
on the table,
in the sink.

In a room,
on the sill,
a radio sits,
chatting briefly to itself
as the T.V. remote clicks.

There's a girl
in her room,
terribly bored,
as she stares from her bed
to the shag carpet floor..

((Yeah, I know, very random..))