Cabin Fever
Months snowed in
A man rinsing and repeating
A sweet song played over
Tea heated on the stove for
Unkempt hair and foggy glasses
And bastard brain bashed in
He left home fast; says
He never recovered
When looking at me through a camera
I was not so sure
About my presence
And what I should be trying for
It comes back to me when I’m bored
There’ll be no time for
Anything clean
It’s out of order
You won’t be seen
It’s out of order
You’re not yourself/You’re not so sweet!
(I’ve got another broken washing machine.)
Go and buy me something sweet if you please..?
Made something of a list:
Baking Soda
Coca-Cola
Coffee
Cream
Bread
Beans
Shaving Cream
It seems like something from a fever dream
Snowed in and made tea, feeling unclean