There is no more

I had a really tiring day at work...so to help me unwind this is complete nonsense...

There is no more

Toothpicks of saunter earning their keep
By brooming sticks dry of leaves
Shadowing ways to sheltering havens
Where the rugs pop and the tiles glow
The aftershock of mittins and towels
When bowels exploded on the scene
First in sonnets, add bandersnatch of wine
And the songs ended selling one pellet at a time
Just as the ice cream had noticed and stopped believing
The tonics dressed up and went out for dinner
With a little floss and gingivitis
Exploring chlorine wells before rinse and spit
But the trowels dug up the rest
Just between the covers where the toothpicks drop
And the sidewinders wind branches for words to explode
But the aftershocks dropped the towels for dinner
When the slumbers came a meal worm away
Hoping for dust while the shelves reverberated
The rings turned their laps into flower beds
Announcing eclipse while rugs tiled doors
In rafters of smoke goading tarnations
Of labrador drawers and finger foot puppets
The decent thing to do was hide the fritters
Under rotting cabinets and wing tumbled doors
While picnic baskets cried "There is no more."
Morse out cat door
In sing songy dashes right under the floor.

Denis Streeter 12/3/11