Vacuum, a poem written by Ricky Hawthorne at



written by: Ricky Hawthorne



I always move the sofa now,
To expunge those grey lines
That no longer exist
Now, I never proffer lame
Protestations, feigning arthritis to
Nip out for a pint in the
Local snug

Without fail now, I lift and drop the
Dormant bed, judiciously rock the
Welsh dresser aside, careful not to
Exorcise its ghosts, to clean
What’s already clean

Now, I never find
A forsaken hair grip sleeping
In the armchair or a
Discarded earring lying
Breathless at the foot of the fridge

Just an old companion-less
Brogue, pining for its mate behind
An enervated curtain…

And a little dust

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