The hole.

There is a hole in my wall,
back in the corner next to my chair.

I don't sit in that chair.
I just put things on it.

My glasses, my empty camera,
my drum sticks, blank CD's.

I don't know where the hole leads,
probably no where.

This hole, the one behind my chair,
I'd like to think it leads to a bank.

A bank that is open on sundays,
because I really need to deposit a check.