dumped ***** plates from past half-meals
empty bottles, lager tins
tobacco packets picked clean
endless cups of tea and ****
until the milk turns.

dog hair woven to discarded clothes
on the rug and the settee
and the dust oppresses everything
half-dead or dying plants
and our favourite framed LP

there's nothing i can do or say
there's nothing i can feel now
putting in getting nothing out
tired of talking about and to
tired