There is a lazy uniformity
to people’s basements:
Castaway gallons babble colors,
motley tales of yesteryear.
Boxes whose black marker
fades under dust in quiet corners.
Outdated tools of our fathers,
wearing rust of the 40’s and 50’s,
heavy reminders of broken bonds.
But not yours, I’m noticing.
Yours is clinically clean.
Neat and tidy like the weightless
grin that cuts your face.
Pankhearst Slim Volume – See into the Dark - May 2016