After getting everything else typed up all I could write about was the complete disarray and I'm currently living in.
I slouch in the detritus of life and love
with the drained gaze of entertainers
looking into the maw of the same old encore.
They say a tidy home is a tidy mind
so I rise from torpor to reclaim floorboards
from the marshland of papers.
As I re-home each wayward book, CD and blue ray
it's like sliding bullets into the chamber.
Bracing to pull the trigger on the next adventure.