My cluttered chaos is full

of every obsession I’ve ever met,

filled up in every safe place

and angular dark recess.

 

Furnished with retired vinyl,

CD’s and used up books. Featuring

the songs and subjects

that grabbed me with their tender hooks.

 

Memorabilia revealing

my secret space of dreams

with no dividing walls

and awkward ceiling beams.

 

Difficult to access, yes,

but when my ladder lets you reach,

you will see where I keep my favourite jokes,

my most embarrassing secrets,

all made more tangible

than any figure of speech.

 

I’m told it’s time for a sort out,

time to forget and reassess,

clear the chaos before I disappear,

make sure everyone can see

why I’d be missed.

 

Carefully obliterate my presence,

curate my memory.

Create a simple and tidy life,

be an uncluttered

dishonest me.