Ordinary household perplexity

 The confusion of sleep, of blankets,
of conforting lights
Busy chaotic family tending their brood
Peculiar midnight

Downstairs T.V dark and reflecting
Surley woman on the sofa
quilts and little beds strewn about the house
A house to repair, to organize and administrate

Messy dreams lose sight of reality
Slumber rolling up walls
No logic, just some semblance of survival
As if existence were random

Meaningless obsessions
Generating their tendencies
Phantom addictions materialising
Like the eternal mess of a neglected house