mydian
mydian. by others known as esplanade. it was a blue house. an old southern
mansion right off the corner of villere. there was main house and slave
quarters. the gutter punks lived in slave quarters upstairs. some later
moving to main house upstairs. or the attic. the older homeless lived
downstairs slave quarters. bam bam. a guy from glass house. others. we
lived downstairs main house. which was mydian. the living room used to be a
ballroom back before the house was made into apartments. a large ornate
carved plate. several feet in diametre. where the chandelier used to hang.
still attached to the ceiling where the middle of the room used to be.
ancient. concrete molding with horsehair could still be seen running around
the ceiling. large. now boarded. bay windows looking out into the yard. holes
now in the wood so we could watch for police.
when the house was made into apartments all the ceilings were dropped. so i
built a room above the bathroom. the ceiling had been dropped eight feet
from the original. same with the kitchen. above which became another room.
other rooms were cleaned out as time went on. trash thrown in the back room.
where the fire had done its most damage. we tore up the carpet. had hardwood
floors. a bookshelf with all manner of fantasy and occult books. a mirror
with candles and makeup. so the ultra-goths could make themselves up each
day. artwork drawn on the walls. found art objects surrounding the room. a
couch. chairs. bean bags we picked out of the trash. we had a closet with a
wardrobe found out on the curb. some brought with. a walkman attached to a
speaker was our stereo. toby and will would shoplift tapes. we had all
of christian death. the cure. always listening to dead can dance. others.
craig bought oil lamps and oil. we were a family. who supported each other.
and sat around each night and talked. or went out. as people came and left.
until more left. and the police came. the family. separated. our home.
lost.
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