Dust Bunnies Under the Bed - Sept 6 2025

 

Dust Bunnies Under the Bed

Sept 6 2025

The sink is full of dishes,

dirty laundry 

overflows the bin.

Dust bunnies 

are conducting trysts under the beds,

and with no natural predators

make exponentially more.

Cobwebs festoon the corners

the bathtub’s rimmed with scum,

while the floors are crunchy with crumbs

and counters crowded with stuff.

The drudgery of housework

the price of neglect.

Its the endlessness that overwhelms,

you tidy up today

just to do it again

and again.

So enough already,

because I no longer care

refuse to be judged.

From now on

the important things in life 

come first. 

If I can first figure out what those are.

Because I was raised to believe 

that cleanliness 

was next to Godliness

and sloth a deadly sin.

So what higher virtue could there be

than a spic-and-span house

like the ones in magazines,

than filling a life

with stacking dishes

and folding sheets?

And where will I sleep

how will I drink? 

Can I really live 

in this much dirt and squalor?

Isn’t it also important

to finish what you start,

take pride in your work,

be presentable 

to a world that will sniffily judge?

So there’s much to be said

for a clean house 

free of mice.

For good hygiene,

a comforting routine,

and an orderly mind.

The universe

is heading toward entropy,

expanding

thinning

losing heat.

In the fullness of time 

will end up cold

dark

unformed,

all spilled milk

and broken dishes on the floor.

But in my humble kitchen, I’m keeping things together

in their current state 

of highest complexity,

holding back the tide

of inexorable entropy.

My house,

a place for everything 

and everything in its place.