The trick is trying to describe
A room, without saying what room,
In a house, without saying what house,
In a town, without saying what town, etc.
For example: a couch indicates
A proper object to display where, say,
One might do some ‘living’. Or,
Adding a pronoun to a house,
Which may require contracting
And a temporary vacancy,
May be a sufficient item for directing
The attention as to whose house
The aforementioned is possessed,
Unless of course it belongs to a bank. Also,
One could take the opposite route
And describe the negative area surrounding
The unspecified place in order
To lead, by default, to said room.
For example: the walls are not straw,
Nor brick, nor is there an oak end table,
Marble coffee table or any fluorescent lighting
Of any sort. It is not in Washington D.C.,
Nor is the owner the owner
Of a penis or a black Saab.
There is no broom in the closet
With which to clean the non-dusty floors
Or none of the cobwebs
Not in the corners of the ceiling.
If one must (and this is frowned upon),
One can admit there is a down boat
Covered comforter lying folded
On the floor, but this strategy is only
Recommended in cases of extreme emergency.
The trick is knowing the room so well
And what general characteristics will
Appeal to a larger audience
And therefore be identified.
For example: a heated coil floor
With chalk red tiles may be reduced
To a mere floor as to cater
To the indigenous tribes
Of businessmen in Sao Paulo.
Or, a swan carved Home Depot white
Leafed ceiling fan can merely be erased
And replaced with a plain
Sixty watt light bulb on the fritz
To appeal more widely to the generation
Of Americans not living over the age
Of forty and trying their careers
As indie rock musicians.
There mustn’t be a need for time
As a room cannot walk nor has legs
Unless one is referring to the legs
Of an old avocado plastic covered chair
But even then time is still not necessary.
And if one succeeds and success is measured
By how many nations heads captured
The image like 35mm film,
Then one is thereby deemed knighted
By fountain pen and has proven themselves
Worthy of placing life inside that room,
Without necessity of being female or pregnant
But birthing anyway, a body into a place
With four walls, maybe a door and perhaps
Two windows, congratulations are in order.
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