The Dust Sucker
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A few tea leaves have invaded porous grounds where shine has withdrawn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
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2019
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