Thursday, June 21, 2012

Domestic

Irascible broom
                           incontestable
unrepentantly memorable
            steely malfeasance merrily jacked
it sweeps you
                      to roll-away cottages
                             from vagabond bridges
            you clean up the messes
    but there's no cleaning up what you see.

Corseted mop
                       sneeringly puckers
               paints with clear water
     squeezes the brown from the tube
picture goes muddy - what's lifted and deposited
                                                       confused.

Featherdustbrush
                             scours off the surface of the world
                      light into particles
           taking the gray off the wood and the mantles
                 makes them older somehow.

Impossible vacuum
                                 vanquishing nose hair
                 bashing the leg on the lounge chair
   making the building shake
                     ungluing the cat.

And the trash collecting
                                       never stops
                            it's not even who they are
                                the ugly them, in a box
                     but what is foreign.

Soapsuds in the basement
                                           scum lines on the wall
                the wheel keeps turning endless like TV
                            the baskets always full
                                   the ghost sits on a stool
                                                      forever laughing.

Acid & elbows
                         acid & knees
                                               and water
         hands for the sake of debris
                                                      window-streaked rainbows
                      of some cloudy other side
                                                               other people's toilet bowls
                    don't say a thing about them
     you don't already know.

You wax the floor poetic
                                          scraping tarnish off the day
                  the shine off of the grease
          leaving only the nothing of love behind.