Sunday, May 28, 2006

Poem: Rub-a-dub




1.
Tidiness is phobia
Cleanliness is delusion
Order is madness

So much is lost
The love music art
Books and walks and idle moments

Of shocking profundity and beauty
Put on hold or abandoned
Even Dr. Lister would be appalled

2.
We've become a nation of
Rub-a-dub-Georges
Wielding sprayers wipes and germicides

Madly laving away
The sepsis germs and cooties
Scrubbing for dear life

3.
Cleanliness and tidiness
Are a bulwark
Against the inevitable

Tidiness to the extreme
Exterminates the connections
Between the parts

4.
No one ever said
On their deathbed
I wished I'd kept a cleaner house.
---o0o---

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