The House on Ruskin Road (incomplete)

Up Ruskin Road
Near my Friends houses and the Traffic Jam
theres the house that sits there defenseless
unknown to the real world

Metal Barriers and Barred Gates
Cover the Windows and doors and i sit
and the fence gives me splinters
wondering
what they keep inside

I'd like to go into Ruskin House
and sit there, thinking of things and quantum theory
but still it stays there

incomplete and locked doors

i dream of rejects living in there, outcasts
in poverty, but happy, a close
community
and happy in their squalor

if only we could be like the house on Ruskin road.