I Fear

I fear

the disease clinging to the walls

the doors

the carpet.

I fear the disease in the spores

traversing

the thick and cumbrous air.

I fear the police knocking down the door

the unpaid drug dealer

the angry neighbor

the diseased whore returning sweating cum

the house owner wanting to retrieve stolen goods

the other junky

fixated

on stealing my junk.

I fear. 

Larry Kevinour