Mundane

Fridge too big to fit the place,

Dead moth sticking to the oven,

Windows packed with spider webs,

Nailed down hard to keep them woven,

Radiator dressed in tens of

Layers of the cheapest paint,

Floorcloth camouflaging findings

Which could maybe make you faint,

Fuggy yellowish wallpaper

With a pattern hard to capture

And complete with lavish staining

Of ambiguous, muzzy nature,

Depths of horror so demeaning

One could hardly ever reach them

Lost in stains, devoid of meaning,

It’s my newly-rented kitchen.