remaining housed

There the cracked shed lost its door
no longer a crevice for smoking aunts
it billowed past fog stalled in the window
just jam and harmonicas stealing comfort
like lazy postured armies too safe to take the wind
a daydream sink way of hemorrhaging and goats
stealing, not asking, for camera equipment
romantic steps promised and unwanted, the obtrusion
help bring God up to speed, we must remain housed