The Cleaner
Thursday, May 28th, 2015Air cold, misty halos on the street lamps You trudge, the nightly fight with twisted gate Reluctant to let you in Alarm disarmed You entire already tired Fatigued to the core Dispair slumps your shoulders All those biscuit crumbs Sticky finger marks Each night you wage your war Hoovering over the same spot Earasing the […]