LES FROMAGES FUTILES

The books are stacked upon the floor.
O Misery! O Regret!
The books prop open the bathroom door.
O Misery Unconfined.

The bathtub faucet leaks forever.
O Rage! O Despair!
The mold grows clever; it leaves never.
O Rage Without An End.

The milk has hardened in the fridge,
Death boiling under the caps:
The unblessed bastard cheeses.

The vinyl is peeling off the floor.
O Shame! O Degradation!
The death's-head wood beneath waits, grinning.
O Shame My Crown Of Fire.

The rotted plaster cracks and falls.
O Bugger All! O Fuck A Duck!
O Virgin's Tonsils! Jesus's balls!
Put duct tape on, and trust to luck.

In plastic tubs they sit in the fridge,
The sell-by date long past:
The futile, futile cheeses.