Seeping Here Til Sunday

Infectiously your body is drawn


The lines are crooked,

broken,

narrow,

ugliness seeping here til Sunday.


Dirt foiled all over you


To hide, enamels of deceit.


I’d invite you in


But I’ve just swept


And for some reason


The mud that drips


From you leaves stains all over


My shiny pristine floors



Every time you leave


I spend hours scrubbing


And then for weeks


No matter the effort


Grimy sticky dregs of your indecency


Is pushed between floorboards


And every crack and crevice is painted in your


Costume.



It smells bad, and choking I find myself


On my knees I violently attack with


Wool and pour deodorizers all over


A cloud erupts and I run outside for fresh air.



No I tell you, when you ask to come in.


Stay outside I say


This is why I don’t answer your phone calls


Because in the face of my refusal you spite me


And rip up all my flowers



Be gone I say!! You evil yucky thing!



I planted each seed from findings in meadows from


Lands near and far.


You stomp and shout in my garden and your bark


Touches the ears of birds nesting in the forest


They leave behind their cracked eggs and forage forth


Sad to need new hearths.



My garden hose I pull out and aim at you.


you screech your madness as water compellingly strips you


As all the dirty death that held you together drips

and you taper off
.

When you dispatch,

the flowers that you destroy rot


blocked all attempts to resuscitate

meaningless in the eve


Of your heckling laughter.



In blessing my lips touch each one


And in tender song whispers so lovely are hardly heard


New vines sprout from seedlings found


And my skin darkens beneath the sunny rays


As my hands sink into the ground


And I forget


Your ugliness;

a mere flash back seen


With eyes coated in fury quelled.