Spotlessness

There is only so much so as to say
so much so as to do
that you may forget sometimes
that its not the actions that maketh you
but, the inactions that cause bloody ebb to flow downright.

Scab up and down from head to toe
the greyish black texture that sets the tone
the mahoganies and the chestnuts
all maroon and bloodied so much so.

The armchair marks the note too high
doors creak as high so much so
as to fit right inside the tune
and maketh the music a little
obnoxious too.

Wall colors grimace out
modern paper tries to assuage the site
but only so much so
Old grace is a little hung over
just like the tarnished silverware
scooping hard for the long lost
flailing at each attempt.

Darn the insects that do not stop
intruders quite they are
impose their self so much so
as to creep deep down inside the skin.
Digging and digging and digging they go till they
rest in ignominious darkness.

Pens and papers and all darn things lie butt open
the table shrieks of ,
old day pulchritudinous.
Apparitions don't mind it in the passing
the old whiff of air too knows how.
making its way around the legs
the insects go round and round
untill they reach the hole where
the bloody grail rests.
of eternal and elixir
hagiographies untold and unheard.

The windows fluttered open and closed downright
if only they knew and could care so much so.