been 10 years now
I scratch my head
he last saw the floor
beneath his bed

10 years since
and all I remember
are the books he stowed there
last december

the mites never tire
24/7
eating up breadcrumbs
without any leven

He lays there snoring
after his shower
breathing in years
of fine powdery flour

Working it's way down
to hide deep within
the only thing worse
is our personal sin

add some liquid
and soon we would have
a mirey paste
a butt filthy salve

It's sitting there
under a couple of cushions
thrown on top
to comfort the tush-ins.

A wirey skeleton
against the skin
God only knows
the condition it's in

Never had actually
gotten the nerve
to examine the place
the or the purpose I serve

A maid in this house
I certainly am not
he'd would sooner be single,
I'd sooner be shot.

One day I did falter
when my foot went through
I pleaded and protest
this wirey shrew

the mattress
that thanks to
a pestering guest
will soon meet the trashmen
and have it's own rest.

Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
we shake out the linen
but miss all the crust.

Okay... you definitely have a taste for the abstract.
I put some additional comments in your mailbox

Ontario

i sleep on an old mattress. It is inspiring.