Designatged Spot

DESIGNATED SPOT Been looking at this spot This area by my lazy boy chair How many months How many years has it been there? There is an end table, a bookcase And so many items I won’t innumerate But these are not the forms On which I fixate It is the floor! Cable wires, multiple plug-ins A waste basket Soiled beyond sin How many months How many the humid times Of metamorphosis From-hard-to-soft-to-slime? This sudden thought flash - ‘Even a caveman wouldn’t Even in the dirt recess of his lair Further foul surroundings he couldn’t’ I blot the image from my mind Yet the ears hear once more Guttural eating grunts Sound of bones striking the floor This is beyond guilt Has become, almost, shame My terrible, slovenly ways The procrastination game I look up at cobwebs on the ceiling Shake my head in foolish disbelief Those objects stuck to the floor “Yuck! Is there no relief?” Well, I’m so tired Getting sleepy in the dust? I throw out my arms, yawn “Tomorrow, I must”…………..