Dank flat facts.

 The dank flat where I once lived
where crazy was sane and vice nurse ya
Where junkies froze and academics thawed
Where twilights from morning and evening make love aggressively

the rooms here are dishelved
candles some of the time
darkness most of the time
bedsheets abandoned on the floor

duvets and pillows like pieces of ourselves
Discarded unclean, no longer desired
picked up and used for warmth out of laziness and need
the laziness and need written across most of you

In the Dank flat coffee sits for weeks until it is black acid
food scraps staining the floor feed a complex biome of microbacteria
each tiny creature moving and bragging like most of you
their bad habits their mess is your bad habits your life

The beer is flat
yesterdays leftovers are glued to the inside of your mouth
you are always convincing the other flatmates of things you don't really believe
The comedy is when they pretend to agree the after farewells take relief

Because cleanliness, light, hygiene these are not mere luxuries
They are just the stages of maintenance you provide when you care about your space
So like most of you here, when did you stop caring
when did you start believing your problems were someone elses responsibility

That your mess was someone elses to clean
Your body is your temple
And your temple is a dank flat
waiting to be cleaned up