anxious I stroke all the shiny animals around,
beasts on the book shelves
silver fish on the floor
6oo
times.
manic and desperate I’m wiping dust off the mammals
hoover hair bales up from the sheep rugs.
I tidy
away.all of them . . .
SHOWHOME
in here!
I’m doing this for one week.
a pensive parade of polishing,
pointlessly
policing
plentiful
kipple.
I down tools. I tidy up.
I’m carefully putting minimal affairs in clear order.
feel
like
I’m
Shooting Myself in my Own Head Saturday Morning
when instead
I’m
Going to Soft Reptile Heathrow,
to Catch a Plane, a Loose Crab . . .
my blue horse of insanity fills the hallway,
then hoovers it.
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