I’ve been feeling the need
for clean.
I’ve been trying to deny it
but the urge is getting stronger
don’t think I can stop it any longer.
when I look upon my filthy floor,
I can’t fight this feeling anymore.
I must wash.
I must sort.
I must toss and burn
and simplify.

Things have got to go.
Surfaces must be scoured
palates brightened
souls must be enlightened
in this discontented Spring.
I’ve got to let go
let loose
set free the dogs of chores
and begin to get things done.

I want to genocide the mold
burn away this old snakeskin
of an apartment
and let fresh growth grow
so that I have a stronger
healthier home
a newer home
with newer appliances
and the most recent fixtures
and maybe some quality antiques
from that place on Fifth
and
a better life
In my cleansed home.