Author: Candid Corvid Productions

Every nerve quivers to restore
Clean order peace to my place

But if I do, I won’t finish school
It’s clear that I’ve become a fool

To think that I can self regulate
These external impulses pulling

Internal focus away from center
Distracting by fritter-frettering

Not because I wish to self harm
But because I need my strength

To help clear out garage’s glut
Get extra furniture stored in it

To clean the messes in my yard
To restore bedroom high regard

To clean the bathroom walls
Where broken fan has failed

And to vacuum front rooms
Then mop/dust away gloom

—

(Title of multiple meanings)

My hound has eaten the wood ends
Of the vintage designed coffee table

Because she has witnessed the others
Chewing on as ruining kitchen chairs

She has lost all reserve hollering
The others wear no bark collars

Anarchy reins supreme by family
Coming and going in own skeins

I have the honor of assisting
When arms want to overturn

Chaos, dirt, and mess by strength’s
Redetermination that I can’t access

Other dogs have access to my space
Where mine were denied for reasons

Other dogs tear apart the careful regard
My own had for our inclusive politeness

They all now bark shattering my sanity
Destroying and tracking as I can’t clean

Nor tread safely without bump-injury
In whirlwinds when attempt to leave