I'm not crzy I am just a little unwell.  I know you can't tell... not crzy i'm just a little impaired...Matchbox 21

This poem is for JohnJack who told me my poetry was alright for an amateur .  "And it wears me out." Thom York

Crumbling, crumbling piece by piece
Ages of wallpaper each decade peals away
Creates a timeline 
Palimpsest of paint
Traces back to the root color
Scrubbed down 
To smooth patina
Holds in place all behind crumbling
Cracks in ceilings 
Plaster  bare
the lathing, horse hair insulates
smudged plaster pushed 
exposed in all the slits
no more covered over
maps to make-up lands
didn't imagine away for so long