The poems today.
The bulb in the room
Often feels betrayed.
The swish of cool breeze
Needn't hail heavy,
The ceiling fan between
The speed of 2-3 asks
How does it matter..
If Americans can't catch
That reference?
Bring in that shabby pillow,
Your bag and socks.
The bucket too wants
To be hosted here.
The first time someone
Debuted a TV in verses,
Victorian era poetry
Felt utterly betrayed.
So bring in your
Dirty underwear today.
There needn't be any
Rules.
Sanitization of words
Is just pretense.
If your toothbrush hasn't
Made an entry yet.
Your poetic exploration
Hasn't been enough.