The Incredible Shrinking Room

Closet is must see
Strong flavour, putrid odour
Smell the imperative
Untangle the mustangs
Trapped in the spider’s webs

Check, mate the walls
Pawn the doorknob 
Correlation, copulation,
King + Queen rule the room 
Fitted at unequal joints

Drivelling fungus
Spores no mind its poison
Expanding contractions
Partitioning the parishioners
Seeking to be shriven
Instead to be shrivelled
In the incredible shrinking room

Seventeen is a lucky number
When you’ve only got seven to use


      ~Julie Harwood