A Jakes Progress
by grimbeau
Father lampshade,
Mother rug,
go gliding upstairs
through dreek formless fug,
real time is taking shape.
~
Thus can Moby Grapeseed dwell
in grotty motley,
spangled alcazar;
nasalizing hypnotic
verse into a well-travelled
voice recorder on the jakes
for acoustic, hygienic
and ambient purposes.
~
Here he will be found by a
stranger with an
axe and smartphone,
who will flush out thoroughly,
do his duty and wash his hands