Change of Plan

Every time he checks the blueprints,
something is different.
When he questions the builder,

he sneers, as if to demand:
“What are ya talkin’ about bub;
you were on board with the designs – just yesterday.”

But upon today’s latest examination,
the roofline has taken on a monstrous
fortress-like appearance.

Worse yet, each day, it continues to grow
in strangeness.
Now, as the house is complete,

he does not question its organic shape-shifting.
He lies in bed aware –
as walls fold and floors slide around him.

The house lives,
takes on new forms,
and against his will,

locks its doors and windows.