Vacuum Poem by Alc Harris

tangled yesterday's entrails
a hairy urn of the living dead
a string of broken buttons
entwined with a solitary sock

unimportant artefacts
discarded clips in distorted pose
a marble, toothpick and a foreign coin
(from a last minute trip
to Boulogne)

not everyone discovers
the hidden boundless pleasure
of life beyond the ‘normal’ realms

for it takes a person
of a certain demeanour
to sift through the contents
of a vacuum cleaner