God what a mess!
this room,
spattered and sad
dirtied and crazed
Let me set it
back again
Got my hands
full, you see:
Plaster-of-hope
first on the walls,
then painting
choicest dreams.
Ideals, idols
up again
and then
Love’s antiques
to be dusted
and redone.
Oh I forgot
the floor, see?
Where do you
go without truth
beneath your feet?
And finish with
a fine spray
of kindness.
The room’s done
For everyone
To come and
Leave it
Crazed again.
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