A butchery of the humdrum that is
Common bio-degradable housebound eardrum
I beg your pardon!
Disembodied gripes and grievances,
Announcements and annulments,
Contumely and come to me…
From room to room without the service,
Bone lazy to meet half way
Without cause to receive something
For your trouble in return for a plight
That is the passage bisecting parlour
Bedroom from kitchen,
Ensuite from laundry,
Where it all comes out in the wash of shared
And running gags thought to be resistant to wear
Tear at the fabric of a state so parlous.
I can’t hear you!
When what is needed is an intercom or pigeon
To relay quips nagging at relations even the UN
Would recoil from at the prospect of intervention.
Show me the beans!
Like Chinese whispers down the grapevine of tales
So fairy-light-lit with purpose to convey half-formed
Thoughts or messages recalled in terror of a subplot
Nearly forgot, to do away with figments of the Id
Smeared in the claret of a wife’s dwarfed nebulae.