bragging about them is natural

my main bedroom is enormous

or, you should see our kitchen

you've never heard such a fuss

 

the living-room where gran died

private places for lovers' trysts,

modern caves instead of holes

in hill-sides wreathed in mists

 

civilised now, flock wall-papered

aertexed ceilings, marble floors,

don't omit that prerequisite, an

exquisite mix of entrance doors

 

how many rooms mark your life?

take the one you inhabit for now

its for passing through, a stop, a

fleeting wrinkle on time's brow

 

one day you'll enter the big room

one with brass handles on its door

but no vertical blinds or cashmere

rugs, no walls, no ceiling, or floor