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Konrad’s hoover hovers from wall to wall in the back room of his mind

A partial vacuum once the power switch is on and all neurons are firing

Time for a good clean up the curtains have been drawn for far too long

Stage abandoned curtains closed and no more subtle applause in the offing


Stuffy props like stalagmites covered in dust and epic static disarray

Spider webs mighty mites conduct a concerto of layered consciousness

At the epicentre of transmission an abandoned fuse board in confusion

Nagging rodents have cast doubt and interruption underneath the grime


Ashes cover an antique hearth where ember’s flame has grown cold and 

A chimney of passion lies swept under carpets of disillusioned time

Beyond Konrad’s reach lies a bellow struck from a hatch by mistake

Axons and dendrites kidnapped by distorted synapses in defeated retreat


A whole Rohrschach test of coffee ground resides on ornamental tiles

Enough to read fortunes dearth confessions coalescing concessions

Adjoined by nuts resin and raisins spilled and tread on for many moons

A few tea leaves have invaded porous grounds where shine has withdrawn


Adhesive stickers from an old album mingle with cute marbles he lost

Where skirting boards and peeling paint give shelter to distant memories

Flakes of oatmeal from the last supper nestle like islands of discontent 

Swashed in lubricant where springs are unhinged and key holes are jammed


A peculiar sense of cohesion envelops the dense scene in sensorial reflection

As past drama comedy tragedy and a parlour of voices lost in concert swallow

Up unravelled guitar strings as it winds discord into disorganized suction

It’s all in the bag the stage is empty bar strings of canvas are refusing to budge


‘Better take a photograph for social media and posterity for judgement day’

But a portrait of nothingness appears lost in remedial action as the assortment

Of storied treasures and narrative display a sad picture of pretentious cleanliness

Fading emotions or conciliation with past misdemeanour call for lateral thinking 


One flow of antithetical thinking and Konrad resorts to reverse engineering

‘I’m not a slave of a vacuum’ and he changes the setting from sucking to blow

Of course all the debris might want to be rearranged into another mosaic on

Stoneware ceramics and mindfulness but entangled threads are superior to none



08th March 2019
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