~carnal knowledge~

~Carnal knowledge~

So now I have relaxed some.
The bottle of rum is gone.
My friends have all gone home.
All that's left are particles in air.

Oh, and my wife. She's here too.
And all my pets and whatever
Is left in the fridge. And the TV.
The TV is on mute. The stereo pushes

abandoned words like falling leaves
Like specs of dust, longing for
Carpet, tile, wood, wine cellars,
like they offer some true reprieve.

So now I lay sturdily lodged in
spaces between my fridge and my TV.
Behind my couch, under my couch, between
the cracks in the cushions of my couch
like a treasure for some fair fortuned
navajo dog to never find. just dust
cemented in kitchen corners or laying
lightly upon The best bottle of wine
that was ever forgotten through
generations. Unknown to mankind, like the

orbit of earth.

a slight breeze.

(c)lucsimonic2006