#cleaner
"let us write cleaner, simpler,"
says my heart to my mind,
the mind replies,
(nay, whines)
wistfully professes,
"now, now,
all that's within, accumulated wisdom of nearly a century,
for want, for waste, let us
privy you a taste of elixir
of combinatory emotional
potions of our vast vascular vocabulary,
rambled scrambled
wandering among the
envisionings, insertions,
criss crossed propositions,
lay before you simplistic
complimentary complications,
take the adventurous down
a warren of rabbit holes,
let them happily be lost,
deep delve, into mysterious
confusions
let not the joy of
the unraveling journey
be sacrificed on an altar
of absolutism of
clean brevity
never ever
use but one word,
when
a tapestry
can be summoned!"
so we conclaved
and agreed to disagree,
and we each wrote home
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
People do like mischief and chatter,
Really, what does it all matter?
It is only about chaff and stuff,
In 100 years, we shall all be dust,
This is what makes me meaner,
As I empty more dust from the vacuum cleaner,
We shall all be a little pile of dust,
And our pets, a tiny heap of fluff!
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
I am a toilet cleaner’s daughter
My dad’s occupation isn’t cool
I am a toilet cleaner’s daughter
So I work very hard at school
I am a toilet cleaner’s daughter
My family struggles to survive
I am a toilet cleaner’s daughter
I dream and strive towards a better life
I am a toilet cleaner’s daughter
I dream of doctor, lawyer, even cooking food
I am a toilet cleaner’s daughter
I don’t want to be a cleaner too
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC
I wrestle you out of the cupboard under the stairs
Every weekend
Scaring the ******* out of the cat
Who by now knows what is happening,
Perceived as a fight to the death
Filled with electric noise, until finally
I tame the monster and put it to bed
He elects to hide
In the kitchen, under the table.
We dance the waltz of cleanliness
Over carpet, lino, round litter trays
Up stairs and across bookcases
Just you and I, an odd couple
Locked in a battle against dirt and dust
The build up of bacteria (yuk!)
Cleaning away the footprint of a week
On the possessions of our life.
My wife doesn't know about us
You and me and our OCD
We share for an hour, or so, while she's out
Shopping, drinking coffee, with her mum
Ours is a secret affair
******* cat fur out of the crevices,
When I am done we part company
Hiding our passion behind closed doors
Until we meet again, next saturday
My love.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC
I plug in the
vacuum cleaner
to **** it up
and see
if it disappears
into a bag
that holds
everything
that is black
and blue.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
I wonder if she knows
Just how infatuated I am
Day after day
How light my shoulders feel
This was never me
I am better this time
I ran
A devoted runner
In the sense I didn't want to stay
Or settle for something less
I wonder if you know it's different now
I found my home with you
I am not a liar when I say the sky is brighter and the air feels cleaner
I wonder if you know
If you truly know
Your skin is the only texture I desire.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
I wish they invented
A sorrow cleaner
That would **** up
Pain and loneliness
Into its vacuum
So you would never
Complain again
About the shattered bits
Of my heart
That I left on your carpet
The day we parted ways.
F.Z.N
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC