My Room Is A Mess

My room is a mess

Two feet cannot stand on the same island – you must straddle the cluttered seas,

The commanders of two

Sinking,

Desperate,

Ships.

Captain my voyage from bed to door

Slay the monsters rolling in deep light on floors much cleaner than mine

Be careful not to slip on the rug never straightened

Always.

Crooked.

Do not trip on the purse, contents spilled like drunken secrets from a midnight masquerade

Two feet cannot stand on the same island,

But two feet can balance despite waves crashing at ankled palm trees

SOS –

DO.

NOT.

HELP.

We are strong amidst salty spray

Chaos’ waves do not drench our firm

My room is a mess but we are not adrift on the waves that undulate through the floor

My room is a mess but we are sat beneath a palm,

Book in hand,

Riding the cacophony

 

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