Quantum Possessions Poem by Ludvig Von Himmelstein

In my house
The inanimate
Have a life of their own
Appearing and exiting
On A schedule unknown
I suspect it has
Something to do with
Creatures living there
Whose patterns I also
Can't fathom though
Some find them clear

So I play
the law of averages
I have enough
pairs of glasses
So a pair
Is statistically
Bound to appear
And have many extra
Pairs of shoes when all
but one seem to be
vacationing elsewhere
And as for my socks
May be they're sunbathing
In the back yard
But I've bought enough
So there is one pair left
no one thinks to discard

Yes, I can never
predict where any one
item will be
And so I try
To make my possessions as
interchangeable
As they can be

Yet if they do move about
And have a life of their own
And living creatures
They indeed be
Maybe I should care
For each particular pair
And questions its whereabouts
and its locality
Maybe I should impose a curfew
and lights out at eight
each should have a restricted diet
and I should screen each date
and G_D only knows
How many inanimates
Souls I have lost
and not cared to look
Satisfied with its cousin
Who hasn't yet flown the coup

A little confused
and short on ryhme
my pen fallen from my hand
waiting for a different pen
to arrive