No man can ever understand,
There's Spring Cleaning across this land,
Miss Mop and Clean waves her hand,
Snoring is his male band,
Not to worry, no time to sup,
Gals want to sparkle up,
One shelf at a time,
Spray and Wipe sublime,
Fresh is the cupboard smell,
Charity bags cast their spell,
All tidy now, so it seems,
Polished the dog, he gleams,
Must detox this brain,
Wasting thoughts quite inane,
Declutter world still revolving,
Spring Cleaning is evolving!
A New Invasion
February 7, 1964
Who can ever forget
It was D-Day in reverse
A major landing at JFK
America was taken by storm
Screaming fans had to be held back
Four young mop tops started an invasion
Barbershops all closed,
a Covid nonessential.
I clip my own mop.
Clip it Mop it Loved Gallagher’s Pocket
Inside ready to hide …. Lucy’s Locket
Clip it Mop it was the bad sort of bloke
Bullying others said it was a joke.
Strip it Clock it and I had had enough
We thumped CM, decided to get tough
Clip it Mop it ran to get Boomerang
They came back with silly jangly clang clang
So we ran off to snag Buster B. Jake
If we got him the other team would shake.
Buster had already joined Clip it Mop
I faked a seizure and started to flop
Willy's hair looked like a ragged old mop
His loving wife told him, 'Go get it cropped!'
He sat down in the chair
Yawned, 'I've got hair to spare'
Willy woke up with a shiny bald top
If wet get. Set
Not a dream
Got to be clean
Or could slip and bop
So shop and stop
As you go
It
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Young Jesi Naomi channeling Trish Roland
incarnate professedly. Hour: you dead now?
Tuba bongo blues like a freight train serenade
in the American night. You slammed life against
the wall, slammed it. Drank it down
with booze stained splinters and mop handle blues.
Guitar licks and microphone screams,
taste like swill and Lysol. If nausea
Permeates your pours, belt it out
From the reaches of your bosom. You
Never played the possum.
I can’t wait for summer or autumn.
Winter though
I am scrubbing the floor at 3 am
with every swipe
I think your name
once held so dear
The floor now shiny and clean
muck and mire all washed away
dawns pale light
contrasts what swirls in the
mop bucket of my mind...
dirty thoughts
snarling biting
clinking tapping
cluttered stairs
tripping falling
edge of night
blocked out Sun
fighting light
erase unwanted
tumbled jumbled
spit stained name
corrupted in my head
ringing clanging
banging to be free
so in the silence
kill these words
before they kill me
M S 7/20/15
footnote: while it's not possible to make spit stains unless you're tobacco chewer it was only my mental imagery of how I did feel about this person.. I have since mentally set this ruined relationship aside in my head, but the pain still lives. Short of a form of brainwashing I guess there's no escape from remembering lost loves.
mop head hydrangeas
clumps of glorious splendor
soaking up the sun.
Mop Woman
Near dwarf this woman.
Foreign born. Minsk,
perhaps. Nose
a fist. Hair
a whisk broom
only black. Her back
an Orthodox cupola,
her arms braids of gym rope
lowered to the floor.
Orangutans could climb
those ropes, hand
over hand, no rose
no purple
doughnuts
on their hinds.
Near dwarf this woman.
Foreign born. Minsk,
perhaps.
Her hands, all gristle,
hang an inch, no more,
above her shining floor.
Donal Mahoney
i clean dirt after dirt
from gunshot wounds
which left puddles of blood
where my homeboys
was hurt
come and lerk
to infant rooms
where diapers
were found on
the ground smudge...
i can change your smirk
come with me
to stair ways
where grim don't budge
but i bet for a dime
you can find someone
to call up...
i clean up throw up
after party's that
lasted from night to
morning
bacardi sipping
one had to much
and forgot the target...
project mop ain't to much
of a job that i can't handle....
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