Dust
I see you!
Everywhere
You have invaded my life.
You have draped yourself across the bookcase
Curled up between the rungs of the dinning room chairs
You,all your family and all your friends
Have squatters rights beneath the bed.
I sit here and draw a path
Through you on the console table
stirring you up addles my nose and brings tears to my eyes.
Damn you! I must be rid of you once and for all!
What is the sense? You’ll only return tomorrow.
I can’t afford to hire out
And Lord knows I’d rather write about you
Than actually do something about you.
What are you anyways? Where do you come from?
Oh, nope can't go there, I will freak myself out big time!
Why don't I give you the boot?
Maybe I’ve realized that we are kindred spirits
And the old adage of “dust to dust” makes me
Think that you and I share some kind of cosmic connection
Nah!
I’m just being lazy!
Where is that cloth and Pledge?