Order, Cleanliness, Psychosis

Kate, the land below us grows profusely.
Come and look. You'll see, and counters
Wiped of crumbs and floors swept up
A couple times a week are clean enough.
You needn't fret. You needn't purchase
Chemicals to blast the little germs which
Lurk in corners and on cabinet shelves,
And you don't have to rip apart the
Walnut trees and maple shoots to plant
Your useless ornamentals. Let the world
Be itself, and let yourself be in it as a
Guest and not a conqueror. Your wretched
Urge toward artifice is, I must say, not only
Ugly; it is just a waste of time. We will die,
And, when we do, our house will crumble.
It will fill with bugs, and all your fragile
Plants will wilt, and, in their places, will
Be walnut trees and maple shoots, and
Sundry savaged weeds in such profusion.
Should you have a spirit, have it drop
Its cleaning rag, and come and look
To see.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-08-08 at 01:16

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