Tenant

Squatting on doorsteps -- following footsteps Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest So we crawl into corners -- ignore any callers And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbours When we crawl on all fours -- upon the cushioned floor Still they cling to the walls and knock on our doors And the tendency for tenants is tenacity The paint is cracked -- and the paper peels The plaster falls and a body reels... softly Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown But they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls And the tendency for tenants is secrecy... ssssssh